Christ Mess Mourning

In the beginning there was a lonely word but soon after there was no room at the meagre hostel for the saviour Sanguine hopes flash-flooded the sanctuary of hearts sacrificial blood of Christ awaited to be spilt in vain Spelt out the message of rusty nails corroding on cross bones mounted the flesh ready for vanishing memories Lest we forget Christmas it amounts to summits of wrappers luxurious gifts opulent indigestion after a vainglorious feast Reindeer and global delivery services occlude the notion that taking stock is not about counting presents but reducing the cost Jesus flashes from i-pads I this and I that please give me more extra goods additional abundance mince pies and stuffing Belching and flatulent Tim reaches for his heartburn medication tastes uppers and downers sniffs white powder on bank cards His wife smears the makeup she grabbed from under the tree her new perfume a bountiful offering of disguised scented myrrh No sense for frank frankinsence as she sniffs expensive fragrances from benefaction bottle’s decadence and reduces benediction to myth Gift wrap explodes from the fireplace in the mix of unopened packets just after Father Christmas has made a lucky escape from the scene Arson of gluttony self-inflicted suffering self-immolation of sorts sorts out this unholy communion followed by smouldering mourning The insurance company refuses to pay as they insist that the couple had backed the wrong course of action in vile contempt of true faith They however donate a beautiful bible of careful calligraphy with gilded ornamentation bound in leather and lather of time There are no walls standing for wailing when Tim and his spouse and it remains to be seen whether they might find a mangled manger To resume business as usual or take refuge in meaning and truth when the word in the beginning had become a sorry blank canvas 18th November 2018 Contest Christmas Mourning Sponsor P.S. AWTRY