An Easter Fool
chris mckinnon
broke on Easter morn
himself risen
bleary-eyed java-free
pockets turned
to wind
like windsocks
Easter Fool broke
off a wall
humptydumptied
“’There’s glory for you”
shattered
quite delicately
jokes run
down his portfolio
as he lives
egged on
by his cohorts
falls into elevator
scrambling
to be
out of their range
of yokes
