Morning; sunlight arisingfrom behind my dorm filtersdull echoes of a shuffling traintapdancing to the synchronous melodyof salsa feet and clacking chains. My eye goes to the peehole Gazing out into the passage of Hades As the train suddenly comes to a halt. Carefully, I whisper: “Lazarus, Lazarus. Tell me was you dead when He called … Continue reading Lazarus Walking Past