i cannot imagine her evil
linda m. crate
eostre,
the goddess of fertility,
pure;
they say it's unknown if she's
good or evil
but
i cannot look Easter in the face
finding her unkind
maked by the moon
perhaps we are sisters
for i, too, am marked by the moon;
rabbits have always
made me curious
their soft fur and their bouncy antics
i remember weeping
when my cat killed one once
for i hate that any living creature should suffer
even at the paw of one another—
i do not think someone full of such vibrancy and life
could be dishonest or cruel
if anyone were to be such i would expect
a god of the underworld
dark and overworked
to be unfair
only knowing the bondage of death and dealing his hand
i expect that he wouldn't be quite as fair
as they make him out to be.
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