Luca Signorelli (c. 1450–1523), “The Resurrection of the Flesh”
Chapel of San Brizio, Duomo, Orvieto
Courtesy Wikimedia Commons

At first I couldn’t see them, bodies scattered
All the dead of war, as if they hadn’t mattered,
Not only soldiers though they were in millions
But also men and women, children—the civilians

Then He came back, the resurrected One
Ended rage, the mercilessness done,
And they, their limbs and bodies put together,
Hearts to eyes and all that war may sever

Those who had been cooked, their body fat
Pooled by firestorms, yes, even that
Come to resurrection by such grace—
He is the life, restores to the last trace

But glorious in reunited soul
They were His love, in love, by love made whole