Santa Smiles; It's Easter

for Yeshua

There’s a cloud orgy coming in from the North.
Priapist repression junkies rolling in from the South.

No one talks about the guy
who took up sloppy-seconds residence; this time
the boulder stayed put.

Parents are telling their kids
to keep a plate of Peeps
out on the diningroom table

for when the Son of … (not sure; God refused to submit to a DNA test)
figures his way around, down
through somehow, the closed flue to

his favourite Chosen pastime:
bearing witness
to the reverse Shrinky Dink
in the microwave—

and smiles the smile
that can only mean:

Apostles ain’t worth the sugarcubes they stand on.