A Great Noise
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Then he died.
And they said: Another soulfree.
Which was the wrong way to see it, I thought,
having been there,
having lain down beside him until
his body became rigid with what I believe
was not the stiffening of death
but of surprise, the initial
unbelief of the suddenly ex-slave hearing
Rest; let it fall now, this burden.
The proof most commonly put forth for the soul
as a thing that exists and weighs
something is that
the body weighs something less, after death--
a clean fact.
In The Miraculous Translation of the Body
of Saint Catherine of Alexandria to Sinai
the number of angels required to bear the body
all that way through the air
comes to four,
which tells us nothing
about weight, or the lack of it, since
the angels depicted
are clearly those for whom
the only business is hard labor,
the work angels,
you can tell:
the musculature;
the resigned way they wear clothes.
Beyond them in rank,
in the actual presence of God,
the seraphim stand naked, ever-burning,
Carl Phillips is the author of 11 books of poetry, including Double Shadow, forthcoming this spring. He teaches at Washington University in St. Louis.


