Easter – by Jesse Doiron

A fear of death
A lack of breath
And incense in my mouth

A sudden cough
A perfumed trough
A slimy feeling throat

I lie upon
A filthy bed
And look about the room

To find that in
My sleep I’ve died
And, now, am in a tomb

– Jesse Doiron

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