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Easter, A.D. 2020

Easter, A.D. 2020

So this is what legacy looks like
The offspring of those who raised hymns while lions
Tore their holy flesh now cower within

Their antiseptic catacombs, heroes
Devouring the crumbs of Nero’s hourly updates.
Will they write epistles on toilet paper?

Will they anoint themselves with hand sanitizer?
They may as well — such empty sacramentals
Well depict the razed rubble of faith.

~ S.K. Orr

 

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