WISE MEN, INDEED!

This is an older poem of mine, written perhaps ten years ago. Still, it remains one of my favorites.

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WISE MEN, INDEED!

 

A Poem By

Willys Watson

 

 

Wise, indeed, were those three old farts,

two thousand years ago, I'm told,

who were led by the Star to that

little town.

 

But when the

Holy Light guided them into

the stable they found Robert and

Joanna holding their child, The

Chosen One.

 

First with awe,

then amazement, then sad refrain,

the Three Wise Men withdrew (taking

their gold and frankincense) onto

the street to

hold council.

 

"How can it

be that He

is a She?"

each asked simultaneously.

 

"The ramifications alone

would set Mankind back ten thousand

years," old Henry replied with

heavy heart.

　

"Anoint a girl?"

　

"Girls become

grown women."

　

"No way, guys!"

　

"Worry not,"

good Thurman proclaimed, acting the

wisest, "for I have heard that in

a manger down the street a nice

young couple have just been blessed with

a new son, a nice Jewish boy."

　

"So be it,

it is done,"

each of them

agreed with clear conscience and thought.

"Let us go forth and crown Him as

The Chosen Son."

 

And from on high the Angels cried,

"For this you'll pay. You'll curse this day!"