Christmas ruins everything, ya know?
the way the star ripped through black night
the only true consummation
between eternal and mortal,
unseen and flesh.
nothing about the cataclysmic smooths over hate or ties up
wrong with a shiny red bow
the whole mess of man is blown wide open,
pain and shame undone
lies and hidden things exposed
writhing in the cold, night air
until the Truth is swaddled and