Adjusting to the Light
(by Miller Williams)
—air —air! I can barely breathe …aah!
Whatever it was, I think I shook it off.
Except my head hurts and I stink: Except
what is this place and what am I doing here?
Brother, you’re in a tomb. You were dead four days.
Jesus came and made you alive again.
Lazarus, listen, we have things to tell you.
We killed the sheep you meant to take to market.
We couldn’t keep the old dog, either.