The Crucifixion of Little Rabbit ~ Sunday, April 27, 2025

Torture the child, brother, behind closed doors
honestly, no one knows, nobody cares
evanescent, not a blip on the screen

Crucify the Easter Bunny, how scores
remember the boy in the New World, lost
until late adulthood, nobody fares
crucifixion well, least of all, has-been
ignorant centurions of the past
forget St. Longinus, the last wound cost
intelligent lives without evidence
xenial hosts, my parents joke they found
in a basket, like Moses, just two pence
offered in reverse by Charon, unsound
noisy baby, Mumble Bunny, tied fast

old dead soul, like a bat out of hell, seeks
father, mother, brother, hateful cousin

Let the play begin, the performance starts
in Bombay, India millions of geeks
try to climb the engineering ladder
to corporate success, lives without sin
little resemble reality, hearts
encounter delusions, hatred and greed

Responses vary, madder or gladder
angry, vindictive, or sound and worldly
bitter men bite their tongues for to utter
blasphemies, diatribes that absurdly
invoke principles, land in the gutter
transformed into a liberal, hearts bleed