EASTER BLUE
This God-like harrowing has worn me out.
I watch the people come and go - past the
old stone steps and up the newer stairs.
A plasticine church, newly built, more easily
elevates them to their new kind of Heaven.
Someone roll this rock away. These days
it's made of plastic anyway. A movie-rock,
which the slightest breeze can sway.
This God-like harrowing has worn me out.
I watch the people come and go - past the
old stone steps and up the newer stairs.
A plasticine church, newly built, more easily
elevates them to their new kind of Heaven.
Someone roll this rock away. These days
it's made of plastic anyway. A movie-rock,
which the slightest breeze can sway.
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