When Christmas came
it was no miracle
just the day drawn out from purgatory
Waking up there was injustice
angry crowds hurled stones
picked from stockings hung on hearth
All the care that had once gone into this day was missing as the beauty was stolen
by ones who would own it all
Boxes wrapped in foil piled high
opened by hopeful children in the dewy morning – ripped up, discarded
Empty props for a photo shoot
on the true meaning of Christmas
ritualized spirits draped in fake snow
Everything once expected this day
recreated in the tableau of beautiful
white skinned envoys of a god of falsehood
writing in airplanes 