Absence

there is an absence of Easter
upon the stony ground,
not a green blade lifts to the sun,
the breeze does not breathe
in this iron lung sky;
and if the cross is raised again
it is obscured by an uncaring,
crowded thoroughfare of passersby,
busy to get quickly, efficiently,
from the cradle to the grave

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