Among the Sepulchers

Luke 8:26-31 ~ the man’s friends tell their story

Deborah Beach Giordano
© October 23, 2013

The demon plays hide and seek —
but this is no game.
Unexpected, unpredictable,
its bloody eyes glint out at us
from behind a face we thought we knew.

A fiendish squawk, an angry curse,
a dash into the maddened crowd
rushing toward the precipice.
Swirling fog, confused shouts,
pleas and cries and tears.
Heedless.

We give chase
alongside white-coated pursuers
stumbling in the darkness,
running
through valleys of unimagined depths
and across icy peaks
nearly touching the sky.

The horror ceases;
the demon departs.
Its host falls
exhausted,
still,
spent.

The body dry, gray;
ashes remaining from a funeral pyre —
memories mere shadows
charcoal smudges
upon cavern walls.

Silent.
Speechless.

The eyes blank. Unseeing.
The heart wary, distant, unfeeling.

We look for traces of what was,
sifting through the dust
for evidence of life.

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