Resurrection of an Author

to calibrate what it means to live

to have your name ring bells and make waves

to read a book and want to kill who wrote it

so you could be its first love

to remove meaning to create your own

to speak aloud another’s words with thine soul

maybe the written word is evidence of a life lived

a life living

the death of an author as much a dream as the resurrected one

to become the shadow of a pen moved in an authentic way

as to make the shadow real

to know direction, to see an atlas, to experience means

to find yourself in the past of another

to continue a path you did not start

to echo an echo and hear it as well

to see the messiah in an emaciated, dehydrated dying body covered in red wine-stained skin

to see strength in vulnerability and sympathy in an alien

to think the author can never die as long as words live