Easter

The earth roils with sadism and greed
Children, it is my gift to you

Empires and madmen
Interviewed and published by cowards

All the while the sun is not darkened
Every day burning into Easter

The foot of a minor out-building,
I am crushed (if only for a time)

Looking up, I am freed, for
Self-pity is the son of arrogance

May the capstone shine,
Its importance discovered