It wasn’t so much that
the stones couldn’t hold him.
More that they refused to.

All had been silent, struck dumb by deathly silence, but
"All down here is petrified but him" they cried out,
as he said they would.
"He could no more be made fossil relic by us than
the sun that melts and sublimates"

Don’t think it was some angel.
That morning,
the earth opened itself,
and gave him back.

Happy Easter.