Janina Degutyte


Resurrection

Arise,
felled trees,
from banks, far fields, primeval forests.
Arise,
torn birds,
in sleepy nests and in dawning nebulous space.
Arise,
dead herbs
and dead hopes.
All you -
fallen as stars,
turned to dust,
pressed by stone.
All you -
crucified,
sold,
betrayed -
On the morning flooded with nearing suns -
in a small poem
arise - - -
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