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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

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Date: 11/18/2018 11:42:00 AM
Good luck in the contest, Kai. When you have time again, I would like to write a poem with you, not for a contest :)
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Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 11/24/2018 1:17:00 AM
Thanks Darren. Will do, just have to get some of the move on the way...Best wishes to you, Kai
Date: 11/18/2018 7:02:00 AM
Some great lines and a great entry for this contest, the ending is great..
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Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 11/24/2018 1:21:00 AM
Thank you Silent One, Kai
Date: 11/18/2018 3:31:00 AM
Irreverent and incisive, a ruthlessly good piece of writing. Excellent poem, fave.
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Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 11/24/2018 1:21:00 AM
Thanks Lawrence. I appreciate that. Wishes, Kai

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