Sunday, 31 March 2013

An Easter Poem


Easter came early this year,
but the narrative’s still the same.

He died for you.

Irony with teeth?
Steadfast declaration?
Moral codebook?
Good story?
Bad joke?

But it’s still the same:
mythological martyrs,
scapegoat saturation,
a willful worship
of pity and prayer,
blame and sacrifice;

So deep and so thorough
that even if you don’t believe,
you still succeed in thinking
that worth is measured
by the inconveniences you bear
and the suffering you endure.

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