Cruel Yule
Desperate to fill voids
underneath trees,
within stockings,
and in children’s hearts,
society’s seconds,
scratch-and-dent people,
unemployed close outs,
pick the bones of Christmas,
seeking salvation in
the clearanced,
discontinued,
and reduced-to-sell.
It’s the thought that counts,
but it’s the cash that’s counted
when money’s tight
as a hangman’s noose.
Each trinket is wrapped
in bits of brightness,
with love and hope,
and a prayer that it’s enough.
Copyright © Gary Watkins | Year Posted 2013
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