Christmas

Christmas and the dogs

are dead

along the vacant highways

without paper and ribbons

for unwrapping

beneath the tensiless trees,

opening their frozen jaws

to show the vibrant reds

congealed against

bone whites,

Christmas equally dead

along the vacant streets

luminary madness

are the disemboweled

spirits of mankind,

godlings lay,

hiding in brick mangers,

hiding from themselves.