stranded eyes- christmas time

yellow rays of

December

curling in geometry to the floating yawns

of sleepy-eyed kitchens

 

muffled curries of nativity-chants 

rising from the east

saddled

to the wild sun

 

strum your noel, ma

a prince, they say, has come riding

 

mending her fractured wings

she

silhouetted angel

perches again atop mannequin dreams

 

hush and hush again

she says

lest ye taint the sob of the child

and the virgin

and the woodsmith

 

strum your noel anyway, ma

its Christmas time.