Poem #2,757 | Your Nativity

Your Nativity is not there in
any Bible [& all three kings
a confluence of star-gazers
seeking out God’s account
after a brief life of a Jewish
Christ] – Scripts recalled for
proud parents sung loud &
spat out before wobbly set
& stage directions are met –
a line for every child – drug-
of-God this Christmas crap
we sniff at – tea-towelled &
dressed for their part – Our
lies at this Yuletide double
with merry fucking Santa’s
trip ‘round a hateful world