Erika Kulnys Poetry Easter

Easter

Mutton bone scraped thin
in the image. Mortar and pestle,
lamb. We swallow

shadows; dark
when the boulder rolled away.
I ate the martyr, a lion

in his foe’s den, my spit
in your wounds—we licked each other,
broke off into orbiting moons,

white discs

crisp as unripe apples. Ruined
empty lots stare

through stained glass
where dealers stand
and swallows from the steeple.

We were single cells battling
to become each other. One
absorbed another’s shadow:

I gave you every bone.

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