i was john the baptist
and your were jesus
and the holy spirit
and the water roared over
to free us
from the lust for fear
and the desire for dread
and all the demons that marched in our heads
and a kiss for the clinging
gently unhinging our fingers from that which we clutched
and the burdens we carried
the bodies we buried were our own
the widow of nain was mary
we her sons
raised up
raised
up