How many times has he died today?
In hospices and on highways
In NICUs and in nursing homes,
Dirty apartments and death rows?
In how many ways was he pierced today?
By crack and chemotherapy
By fentanyl and friendly fire
Drive-by, drone strike and drunk driver?
In how many tombs was he laid today?
In plastic urns and in mass graves
In lime pits and in tidy rows
Left on his cross and to his crows?
How many times is he risen today?
It is not given me to say.
But all that is within me cries
He does not die, except to rise.
underthehebrewsea 
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