S(B)adEaster Poem

Its easter in Sweden.
I think it has to do with the Garden of Eden?
I wanted painted eggs.
For easter we eat chicken legs?

I wanted Easter twigs.
Or is it pigs?
feathers in colors and shades...
He´s been dead for decades..
Yellow and Red almond icing figurines.
Its easter, by all means
Chickens and hares.
But no one dares..
Eggs. Loads of them.
to kill em!


But I'm in Greece .
Not in Sweden.
I can wait a week.
For Easter.
A glass of Red wine will do for now.

Meanwhile I send a thought to all the chickens and lambs that was born for a the purpose of becoming Easter food.
Like Mike for example:




Pour myself a second glass of Red. Going out to chop myself a chicken´s head.