
The Risen
by Howard Camner
He sits at the bar
His back to the wallShe picks up her wrap,
swallows hard,
and approachesShe cannot see His face
Just the shadow of His past"Did you like my dancing?" she asks,
her voice quiveringHe inhales what was and whispers,
"You are not a dancer. You are a stripper.
A whore. Admit what you are."And as tears well up,
blinding her,
He reaches into the right side pocket
of His long lost coat,
hands her a miracle,
and disappears
© 2005 Howard Camner
Howard Camner (The Hideous Existence of Barnaby Drudge, Granddaddy's Farm, The Risen) is the author of fifteen books of poetry. He represents the United States in the Poet 2000 Sculpted Library, an international exhibition of the works of contemporary poets. He received the first annual Mi-Po Literary Award in 2004.

Howard
Camner will be giving a poetry reading October 1st at the Institute of Contemporary
Art in Boston.
A second reading will be October 2nd in Lowell as part of the Ark Project
for the Revolving Museum.