I doubt the mouse
poised on hind legs
sniffing Easter morning air
in dribbling sunshine
to nibble at a thistle
thought about anything at all
never mind Judas kisses
sins of man and resurrection of the dead
or whether he had been a good mouse
the concept of paraquat poisoning
would not have been on his mind
as he staggered a few mouse steps
keeled over and expired
I doubt the mouse
cared that I cared
About his immortality
more than I probably should
have done.
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