Easter 2008

(From my other site, but the poem is very appropriate.) Easter 2008 When archaeologists of old delights will find the ruins of our ancient kisses and delve into the warrens of this age and see the maze-like foundation of our lives: reconstruct the murals replumb the obelisk; and roof the halls of Herculaneum, and place the bodies at table encaustic. Shall they then find our candled nights of love that sparkle like the radyant rising sun? and drape the scenes with purple porphry sheets lest we old pagans contravene their faith? free us from this prison, and we shall fly away! and going up to Galilee to see anew the universal pulchritude!