Easter Rising

56 the minnesota review Frank Paiz Easter Rising Life contains no more churches, least of all in these flat fields where someone may have thought it sin to build against the sky. Under ground, burrowed safely, softly life in moist warm earth goes on. (Even in the Catacombs things once grew). The sky belongs to God— with eagles or with vultures tearing through the trees with soft hoarse cries, their sounds of love, Rice, new each day, throughout these fields points up a million spears. Viet Nam April 1968 ...