A crunch of fruit,
and Death slipped his hands
around God’s masterpiece
and squeezed,
pressing the life out
nice and slow.
Every child delivered,
he caught
by the throat.
Some, he strangled
straightaway.
Others, he dragged gasping
across the rugged terrain of years
to the graveyard.
No one escaped
his grasp.
Not even God.
Death crushed Him easy,
as easy as any other man,
and buried Him,
three days under.
For Death,
the shock came at dawn
when his wrists cracked,
and from his limp fingers,
Christ stepped out,
ALIVE.
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