Murder Christmas 2011
sorry to be so dark but.......
In the days before Christmas it was warm,
Warm as blood.
Red berries dulled, pine cones dropped,
Houses adorned in red, green and gold.
Hope and peace carded the walls,
Turkey and creams stuffed the fridge,
Canned laughter the T.V.
And everywhere there were images of birth - and a baby.
It had rained for weeks, tirelessly battering the warmy windows
And running down the glass.
Inside the telly beamed like a Christmas Star
Telling the Bad News,
Then burst in a swell of blood which splashed the walls
And clotted the remote to our hearts.
Children by the crib flinched as the shepherds approached,
Herod sharpened his axe - and the massacre began.
Families lay murdered in their homes,
And nearby a berry dropped to the road
Splattering it with blood.