how many headless bunnies
lie in chocolate repose
while children hunt down eggs
on their twinkling toes
in spring-time dresses
the rain making messes
mud on their spindly legs
far too many I s'pose.
how many legless lambs
are roasted on spits
and frightened way out
of their four-legged wit
cut through in shear terror
but through the human error
spout off the cuff like doubt
fists curled in startled fits.
how many spineless men
hang a lone man upon a cross
responding to crimes with crimes
then celebrate their earthly loss
marching on like reel legions
through so many worldly regions
tell me how many times
must we revisit such a loss.
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