Jesus Is Risen Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The dead already walk the
Earth
And strangely breathe the
Tricks of the segmented Atmosphere.
They reach out in the basic
Need to taste her lips,
The way sometimes 2 rosy
Insects come together and Mate,
But she has already
Called her brother over to
Move her out- A 4 hr drive
To Scottsdale AZ one way-
An 18 hr day
To watch her fake boobs swell
Against a t-shirt with
Nothing written on it,
Just time.
Eons and eons
He dies while he looks for
Her. He forgets to drive away.
He loses himself like
Misplaced keys and just
Stands there
A zombie in 110 degrees.