The icicle lights still hanging from the eaves
of my neighbor’s house the week before Easter
tell how we now move from feast to feast
without fast or feria, always in celebration,
never in mourning, repentance, or even reflection.
The fight is not easy against our adversaries,
Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, nor do they
in themselves embody evil; but exaltation
overdone fails us, leaves us empty.
We crack open the plastic egg
and find it empty.
T. Allen Culpepper