Anastasis Poem by Patrick Frazier

Organ jars of false immortals
Shattered on laboratory floors
Fields of flame shaped like wheat grains
Blood stained wings beneath the soldier's armor

A fire works display of ascending souls
Unique as the crowds mirrored below
In the subterranean golden world
Another lamp post to eternity is snuffed out

An angel measures out a baser self from its divinity

Fractured bars of a wooden choir screen
From the surging apocalyptic monster
A fiend within its aftermath
Collecting shards of stained glass windows

The dead god at the mouth of the river
Standing in his blue skin
He watches colors as they spread through the current
Where a dead nymph is disintegrating

Drinking water in massive streams
And falling through darkness
My shadows chain me to our broken world
And I spend ages conversing with holy and unholy ghosts.