Slender green shoots press through the still cold ground hands of the earth lifted in prayer
Their strength is manifest their exertions carpet the land in green their tender prayers press forcibly against the sky and keep it at the distance God intended
In the fall invisible seeds will carpet the land buried they will be but in spring they begin to speak
These buried corpses will not only murmur they will sing in lush green voices.
I pray I will be there yet once more to join in the song.
The title is from a James Baldwin quote I jotted down while we were watching the film I Am Not Your *****: "all your buried corpses now begin to speak."
I took the concept in directions the author never intended. Apologies to Mr. Baldwin.