Epiphany - Distilled
So, after all the fuss and bother here,
trees, stockings, toys, the others stuff,
familiar tables, fireside naps and chestnuts,
well-worn stories from the laps of Christmas past,
bright bottles of ribboned cheer, the chilling, quiet,
desolated moments, cards and gifts to be returned
next year, it all boils down to this.
The kings arrive.
All leave.
The mere killing resumes.
Somewhere Egypt blooms.
J. Barrie Shepherd
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