Common Grackles rested
on the naked Maple canopy.
Like aneurysms waiting
to burst into flight
they bent the thinning branches.
They had every rite of spring.
Some of them loitered
through the winter
and saw their reflections on ice.
What freedom to stay.
Christ stayed on the tree
and burst unto death
and burst into flight.
There it hung,
like a jelly bean on a string.
It was lighter today
as it lay down.
The moon shadows fled
and death is translucent.
The Bright and Morning Star
rolled it away,
rolled it away.
“I, Jesus, have sent my angel to testify these things to you for the assemblies.
I am the root and the offspring of David; the Bright and Morning Star.”
Revelation 22:16
Gerald the Writer 