360
on the eve
all
expectation
awe impaired,
beholden
o Prince
will it be
peace we wake to?
when has that
ever
been?
it was a shit year for the planet
on the eve
and in the
ruins
encouraged
there
by all forms
of persistence
run like
weeds to flower
we swim to
Christmas
bright of the
sun
when the
world
is right way up
we float
trees still
straight
be baubled
and as
from pond took off
wings for a
bird
who else?
we keep
the summer down with a stick
so much light
the skies
said
world be let
and Jesus, it
was so
Christ –
these
are
the words we now have
sinned and
saved
hymned home
afloat
already in
tomorrow's poem
I read the
headlines spent
today requires some image, symbol
then let's fix a star
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