CHRISTMAS POEM
Christmas is approaching fast
a couple of days now
I saw a man put a slab of honeycomb
on his head like a hat
the honey dripped down
like a choir’s song
over his shoulders
his tears fell like wax
Christmas is burdening the winter
a week or two
of logs in a fireplace
public joy goes into the air like sparks
the people weep fir trees
howl ribbons of tape
how the crunch
of their Christmas boots
strains the hard chest of earth
Christmas sits in the corner of the room
with fruit pies and magpies
and mad black crows of glass and wine
peace be ours
cry the loudspeakers
parking for your car
in the depth of your dreams
crumbs for the birds at your fingertips
