Clothes draping
Dresses overflowing the bed
Scarves quacking
Shoes clacking
The mirror worn out
All to celebrate
Two thousand years back
When God didn't send the eternals
To save the world
But His only begotten son
A God as powerful
Brought down to a defenceless man
Casted out for not having a dollar
To His name
Stripped of His clothes
Only to be dressed back
With lashes
Lashes so great
One would shudder at the sound alone
Cursed at
Spat on
Yet unlike Robin
He showed no anger nor bitterness
Superman needed a ritual
But on this very day
He rose without one
A man who not only thread
But crossed the boundary between life and death
And returned
He performs wonders that
Even doctor strange will marvel at
His power so great
That scarlet Witch will be His underling
He who has more strategies
For our future
Then Batman can ever conjure up
So when we sit on the Pew
Singing joyous praises
Listening to the man cladded in white
We know that Easter isn't celebrating
Just any man
But God so tremendous
That cyborg can never rebuild himself
To meet His level.