Friday, December 2, 2011
Christmas The Herald
Every Christmas I ask
“Is this the last one?
have not maggots
and worms of avarice
polished white
the last bone?”
Man always needs a holiday,
a break from work,
the economy can always
use an orgy
of materialistic consumerism,
a fish dried
over a smoky fire,
a shrivelled pickle
in a jar,
a seasoning tradition.
Christ is cut and broken
every Christmas,
a condiment served with cheese
and crackers with wine,
but this speaks only
of corporate memory,
Jesus really was born a man
who lived and died
and rose again,
not really fish dried,
or pickles in a jar,
a real king who shall come
again,
heralded by a real star.
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