Mark

for they were afraid,

afraid, their minds racing

back to the Jordan and the

brown-toothed prophet

crying in the desert,

the loud-mouth leper

starting the rumors,

the slack-jawed scribes

muttering in their hearts,

and the burning question

from the Lord of the Sea,

for they were afraid,

afraid, remembering the

unshackled tomb-dweller

and the wild pigs

shrieking into the sea,

the dreadful walk

up to Jerusalem, and

the Lord coming into

his temple,

for they were afraid,

afraid of the darkness

that had come upon them as

they watched from afar

the man they had followed

back in Galilee – watched

him crying into the black

for a dead prophet,

for they were afraid,

afraid that no one

would roll back the

impossible stone.