The miserableness
of religion, birth
a notional return, then
the oblivion of layers
various martyrdoms
of fire, arrows, tortures
& horrors even worse
as minds are torn apart
in a Christmas poem
going nowhere fast
I say my little prayer
of letting go at last
except for her smile
our laughter, our luck
& the love we promise
two hearts, more heart
other portions of joy
still very small to see
in some country towns
there are twelve churches
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