The resurrection and the life.
Can’t outrun the fire of death, so when
the wind dragged the flames to Hualqui,
mom stopped, ditched her daughters,
planted her seeds, pushed the world’s hands
in its pocket, like a man
reentering his mother’s womb.
We’re going to save us, mom said,
laying steel sheets across their bed,
tucking-in her daughters while
her house flew to ash. Cracking
their double-yolk they come home
to a planet terrible in its renewed virginity,
each barrel packed with sorrow, safety
off, cocked to break
into tears and living waters.
Jared Pearce wrote The Annotated Murder of One (Aubade, 2018). His poems have recently been or will soon be shared in Lucky Jefferson, Hip Pocket, American Writers Review, Lyric Iowa, Call Me [Brackets], and Aloe.
Further: https://jaredpearcepoetry.weebly.com.
