Lazarus
she lamented
at the ease of entry
to her heart
that once she confused with the opening of spring
and sex
and flowers
and lust
and then remembered the smell of musk
that moistened her hole
and wondered at that
and how she garnished food
like a hunter
and was tiny
and infant
just made for laughter
and hunger
and play
and then laughed
at the joy her tiny hole could bring
upon the faces of hungry
and desperate men
who wandered
and made themselves into rain drops that cried upon her hair
and showered her with sweat
and crawled for her laughter
and deep inside she fought back the fright
of her smallness
for nursing the wounded
and sick
and lonely models of deceit
who imagined the way to her unwrapping
to know that her laughter could raise the dead
more than some miracle