Some Sacrilege to Warm the Ham

On the day
when "He is risen"
gets rammed into
ears of children
as they search
for painted eggs
and the candy
rots their teeth
I find it unimpressive
how the clergy
slung their story
with a stone rolled
to the side
and some linens
left behind.

It'd make for
better headlines
and more candles
lit on street shrines
if their hero
kept His promise
and remained
among the dead
but instead He stole
His thunder
and pulled some strings
with Daddy.
Martyrdom's prerequisite
is rotting with the rest of them.


Currently reading:
"The Waste Lands: The Dark Tower III" by Stephen King.