HARK THE HERALD ANGELS...and all that...

Awakening their hunger

And the voice... long gone
Bestowed with love to the tiny mouse
Who squeeked his dying misery
To the indifferent paws of the cat

Awakening his hunger

There was no blood
For it had spilt
Into the blood of the living dead
Who spread it around in a generous spirit

Awakening the hunger

There were no eyes
To see
Only the light reflecting off the glinting needle

Feeding the hunger

The Christmas spirit...
Alive in its generous death.
Marion Price(2019)