1The Tomb
The smell of the dead
Smothered by stone
The guards watch the door
Guarding the body
Dead three days past
Men
In shining white robes
The stone
Rolled aside
The guards
Flee before them
Three women
Come to tend to the body
To see the man they knew and loved
They see the men
They are told the news
He is risen
He is risen indeed
They weep in joy
for their god is not in
The Tomb