By Ishmael von Heidrick-Barnes
EASTER ISLAND
At midnight
a door in darkness opens
light is dispensed –
from one candle to another
carried through streets
starved by the austerity of shadows
In squares around the island
mounds of wood
collected by children
are ignited
Effigies
from the Greek underworld
are cloaked as Christ’s betrayer
burned in bonfires
Faces forgotten by night
flicker in the yellow yoke of flames
Dawn scatters heaven’s broken shell
the people of Cyprus
give thanks to resurrected sun