Dinner with Lazarus God how the secrets spill
over one evening meal
Listen, he said, don't believe
all that you hear.
Resurrection is an acquired taste,
unsuitable
for the palate that demands
the flavour of numbness.
I never asked to rise.
Sir you are mistaken we
never ordered wine
Can you take it back, turn it
back, what, no?
Surely miracle is not a one-way
street; surely somewhere else
they will bring
what I asked, just so:
A little water, a slice of peace. By Michelle Tan QLRS Vol. 10 No. 3 Jul 2011_____
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