Easter Sonnet

A few months ago I began another sonnet study which lead me to Frederick II and Lentini, Richard the Lionhearted and Saladin, and now Mameluke warriors. But, back then, before all this bloody history seduced me away, I read this wonderful sonnet by Charles Martin and promptly ordered his greatest hits.

Easter Sunday, 1985

To take steps toward the reappearance alive of the disappeared is a subversive act, and measures will be adopted to deal with it.
—General Oscar Mejia Victores,
President of Guatemala

In the Palace of the President this morning,
The General is gripped by the suspicion
That those who were disappeared will be returning
In a subversive act of resurrection.

Why do you worry? The disappeared can never
Be brought back from wherever they were taken;
The age of miracles is gone forever;
These are not sleeping, nor will they awaken.

And if some tell you Christ once reappeared
Alive, one Easter morning, that he was seen—
Give them the lie, for who today can find him?

He is perhaps with those who were disappeared,
Broken and killed, flung into some ravine
With his arms safely wired up behind him.