Easter
From six-foot deep, came tall soldiers
Under a shadow of marble, long bodies
Cast their feet in line; forward into light
Where moon illuminates’ scars on shoulders
Like bold welts on fossils of stone
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Soul of the revolution below ground has
Become a new ray for freedom; reach
Deep into earth, give a hand to those who
Dare raise it for their own country’s right to
Be the living reflection of those who died un-free
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Pull them from sallow resting place
Lift their heads, point them toward the sun
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Expose the misty unforgiving freaks who
Hide behind various crosses spuriously
Mocking those who didn’t choose a last kiss.
⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.
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