The Rosary Poems: Glorious Alison Shaffer


Tell me where you have laid him,
and I will take him away. JOHN 20:15

I seek you in the garden—
small roses blossom like tombs
from the earth, dark scabs of flowers
that itch between thick layers
of clotted petal, and butterflies
alight, unroll them, opening
with angelic curiosity—but you
are nowhere. Pained and peeling,
I find nothing but the tightened,
milky scar of this new morning.


February 2005 2River