or, a poem for Easter
The white doves are attacked by gulls,
Their hearts pecked out, their entrails flow,
The fish swim deep, are speared by terns,
White lightning flashes from above,
The lambs go to the slaughterhouse,
Are chopped and served on china plates,
The bread is stale, to eat it now
Requires water, maybe wine.
One light still works, but that is all,
Unscrewed the bulb out in the hall.