EASTER MORNING

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THIS Easter

Left alone with a bedraggled time that has

Had its way and solitude

Center stage in slight

Tremors, worrying the carcass of

An old fear that

Beneath the footprints of

These silhouetted days lay

Dread

Goodness under the influence

Life generously giving of

Privilege (for few) and benediction (for many)

A brilliant ignorance

That holds

We are all on that

“darkling plane”

Where good is bad

Bad is good is

Bad is good…

A curious crossroads

To ponder fate while

Loving the scientist and his

Prayerful Algorithms

That Sun Tsu certainty in sequence

Leaving believers on a mobius loop

Of repetition

Governed by gods of division

Long dividing people

But not the praying hands

Of the hopeful

 THIS Easter

LOSING MY RELIGION

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Torn mad between

Disbelief and

A final cloud-soft

Happiness

A Christian hoax

That hides the knife

Stabbing me everyday

Headlines broadcasting seeds

Of human decay

 Oh, sweat mead – me

Drink and forget

That you once believed

That your mom was Jesus

One who performed the

Loaves and fishes miracle

Every night of your youth

 Forget that your devout

Grandmother died blocks away

From the Church she attended

Religiously

No black-robed middleman

Walked the distance for her

Forget

 Forget the sweet-soft theft

Of innocence

Forget

That you have to

Walk from this room

Unguarded now

With only darkness

Assured in afterlife

Forget the child who

Wants her pretty

Mom happily warm

Forever after

And

Forget the idea of reuniting

That was her – uncommonly disheveled

Ashes humorously weighted, heavy –

Your last vision to imagine

Her gray dust – scattered

But not lost

Writing the Obits

I can put it off no longer

No coffee mug large enough

To sip the deed

To be done

It must be drunk

Whole, full-faced

Eye-to-eye, the names

The departed

Journeys

Cut short?

Maybe not.

Maybe

Multiple lives lived

In one

With all the answers

Leaving the living

Clueless with grief

And rose-colored

Verse:

Cleansing

Death’s decay

Gilding with a

Heart’s bouquet