Lazarus
for C.D. Wright

everything in the room                    come shining
was landscape of the                      blood  
inward                                    in its courses


from here we watch                        a name writ
a transmission                            where


one is                                    rainwater
effaced and                              gathered
one was already escaped                   in the gravel
the burning                               bed


that followed                            it flashed
each word                                 light in its passage