Easter

by Thomas Joseph Mealey

I got the taste for it
young
under ten
stealing swigs
from bottles
in the larder
I called it the tomb
because every time
I stepped in
and took a gulp
the stone would roll
and I’d walk out
resurrected 
anew

It smelt
of the sponge
the soldiers offered up
on good Friday

Two angels 
John and Lily
were 
in the garden

That time
they thought
chocolate eggs
had made me sick

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Thomas Joseph Mealey is a poet, songwriter, and artist, from Liverpool, England. He began  writing his first book of poems in 2020. He is influenced by the temporary human experience and inspired by the effect it has upon memory and the changing perceptions of existence. www.thomasjosephmealey.com