Easter - and the spectre of eggs dressed as rabbits
with large frangible ears on chocolate legs; or even
better yet, ideas anything goes as long as its cacao
indecently sweetened; we’d need once upon a time
over Easter weekend to attend one church service
at least to feel relief of resurrection, but then as the
story goes, we’d ascend somewhere & never to be
seen with proper trimmings again until next Easter
Unless at a Christmas Noel - when the in-concert
harmony of belief presents celebratory gifts in the
way economies reinforce as a statutory largesse -
but I digress, in retrospect magnanimity of Easter
splices memories we keep circumspect and alive
in the face of our greatest benevolent sacrifice
© 3 April 2015, I. D. Carswell
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