easter sunday

this easter day recalls
my youth–me sun days
all shut

i’d end intensity work exhausted free day
sleep recovery saturn day
be anger bored by empty christianity null sun day

singing–self fresh alert desiring cuisine invent
i could not shop graze ingredient
that art killed by religions’ nil

i don’t force death–belief narcotic on random neighbours
just because our ancestors fought
thank God Thatcher broke closed shop sun day

poem

2K3:6

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