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CRETAN EPIPHANY 1. The bier conveying Jesus dead Through ice-black, rigid streets dissolved The crowd's restraint. Its swaying timed To muffled drum beats and a chant As old as breathing in and out, It caught the rhythm of the heart, Rich priestly robes worn casually Since triumph was assured. A life Out in the cold, I also cracked, The seasons now the right way round, Snow dark-edged as a mourning card The thaw beginning flecked with flowers. 2. We crucify then resurrect, Forever try to dress in hope The insupportably bare bone Upon its way to dust and less. Obliteration's our complaint, And inconsolably we plead With all our skill in music, art, For God to hear and see and know, Till won each ...