Easter / by Rebecca Tillett

God, he loved you so much
And then he destroyed you,
Ripped you to pieces, ribs from hips
You never question, don’t question,
You never question, purse your lips.

God, he threw you to the dogs
Your naked body amongst the rosebud
Crunching, slurping, tasting, gulping
He gathered up the remaining blood
And painted pretty pictures with it

God, he took such pleasure in pain
He promised He’d always be around
But when you faltered,
He pushed you to the ground
You never question, purse your lips.

God, always preaching the horrors of a lie
Hypocritical, cynical, all-powerful scum
Confessing to a smile, angered when you cry
Craving pulling more from you than you had
Sometimes just for fun

God, incapable of doing wrong
Save for torture, murder, death, catastrophe
He’ll never lay claim to hardships
You never question, don’t question,
You never question, purse your lips.