Nothing will come of nothing: speak again

Poetry as salutation; taste
Of Pentecost’s ashen feast. Blue wounds.
The tongue’s atrocities. Poetry
Unearths from among the speechless dead

Lazarus mystified, common man
Of death. The lily rears its gouged face
From the provided loam. Accomplished
Auguries: bleatings; tarred gold of dung;

Glittering instruments; sober priests
Who now beyond danger memorize