little monsters
it's that time of year
when people temporarily
cloak their monsters
in a half foot of dirty snow
when people give to strangers
half-ignoring their own
but their children still glow
like Christmas bulbs under a thin frost...
They'll not know about the big lie
until an 8th grade dropout sleighs Santa clause.
it's that time of year when black ice
will merrily take a life
then melt away by noon
as if nothing happened
But only the sun knows the truth.
It's that time of year when people will trample one another
to be first in line to purchase a homely doll
If their child had that look, they'd have put it up for adoption,
It's that time of year when the homeless
are found frozen to death
within the length of a breath
from a nativity scene.
It's that time of year when I can't wait for
that time of year to come to an end.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2024
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