The Nightmare and the Dream

Christmas comes but once a year, but the nightmare lasts forever... and so slithers out, the bestial tongue of life lived in wave-like violence, the wretched bickering and pecking of hens confined to chickenwire- driven mad by the alien landscape, the bastardly neighbour, and steel machinery in a foreign country, building a foreign son, pinned in maximum overdrive of self -destructive madness chaos- formed, still enduring, silent still uknown, and doubting hopeful, that crying is the way to let it out: and black tears line black poems contained in THE NIGHTMARE. But in a DREAM, somewhere as close as next door- is a family sitting down at the table, warm and united in the spirit of Christmas, and the tree is decorated, and dinner is served, and friends deck the halls with flowering boughs of laughter and the only gift that's needed: is love and understanding, and the semblance of a family.