months before
their day of
reckoning - "I reckon
it's a box of
chocolates" - they
welcomed
the green prophets
into their homes
with joy and hope

adorned them with
their finest
and bid them to
keep watch over their
tidings of joy with
lights flickering
like the ten virgins
waiting for their
bridegroom


the coming of Christ
mas over

the
green prophets
stripped and beaten
lie naked on
the streets
as the very ones
who bid them welcome
now trod past
without
second glance
how the mighty
have fallen


twelve months on
they will again
raise new prophets
in their homes

gift them their
finest gold and silver
tinsel

rid them
to the streets
when the season ends
where they will lie

forgotten

out of mind

just like He
who gave
the season its name

awaits outside
on the icy paths
ignored
knocking on
their heart's door

- "Merry Mas"