Hyperomm - No Resurrection

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Friendship, when a friend meant a helping sword
Faithfulness, when power and life were its fruits, hatred, when the hated
Held steel at your throat or had killed your children, were more than metaphors
Life and the world were as bright as knives
But now, if I should recall my ruins
From the grass-roots and build my body again in the heavy grave
Twist myself naked up through the earth like a strong white worm
Tip the great stone, gulp the white air
And live once more after long ages
In the change of the world: I should find the old human affections hollowed
Should I need a friend? No one will really stab me from behind
The people in the land of the living walk weaponless
Should I hate an enemy? The evil-doers
Are pitiable now
Or to whom be faithful? Of whom seek faith?
Who has eaten of the victor’s feast and shared the fugitive silence
Of beaten men on the mountain: suffer
Resurrection to join this midge-dance
Of gutted and multiplied echoes of life in the latter sun?
Dead man, be quiet
A fool of a merchant, who’d sell good earth
And grass again to make modern flesh
Poem by John Robinson Jeffers