Dead Shall Rise

Thanks to the ubiquitous
suburban aversion to rake,
which I take to be a sub-function
of an associated suspicion re: work,
one now can see it in meatspace—
as I think the new term is for “real”—
most days, even in rain: the rise,
as browning, skeletal, blood once
red even or golden over leaves just up,
lifted angelic, or anyway, lively by
how could they know what?

Mischa Willett

Mischa Willett is the author of The Elegy Beta (2020) and Phases (2017) and teaches in the English Department at Seattle Pacific University. His essays, translations, and poems appear widely. More information can be found at

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