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wanted to
write a Christmas poem
but I couldn’t
tie things together

a saviour in a manger
a high-winter pagan festival
celebrating the need
for warmth, exchange

there did not seem
to be much togetherness
in my poem (the stanzas
set apart like little islands)

and what
did we exchange?

you in your cold
Germanic climate
so far South
travel any further
(away from the
heat) you will
find only the Antarctic
ice floe
melting as it is
water rising
as it will be

and what hope can I give you
what moment of transcendence

when so much
of what I have written
I already repent

that small child, the one
they already called King, putting
such pressure on me

no word can

that majesty