by Glenn Sentes
And it held the firecracker like a runner with a torch
But never did it light it like scaredy-cat, stalked.
Month afresh year afresh
It held its breath, uncertain
Hullaballoo zodiacking but still remained perturbed!
They say it took the name of god of gates and doors
Deity of openings and new beginnings, horrors!
Hurrah it stands aloof and never will it soar!
This month shakily peeped through the hole, damned!
And watched the Romans gloriously slaughter their lambs.
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