For My Sister Lazarus

Tonight I think of you my sister,
My younger doppleganger
I want to stand with you and pretend
That we are still candles drowning
In our own radiant light, melting
Yet able to dominate the night.
I want to stand with you and pretend
That this a different crossroad
That the hanged man is an angel
But why fight the desire to die
When we can sing hallelujah—
Two sisters Lazarus—what miracles!
I believe in the resurrection of the dead
But what does the world to come mean
For once-dead women like you and I?