Window

 

[Window]

 

Window 1 a single mum

standing resting in all she’s got

about to deliver god

 

Window 2 a motley crew

of farmers scratching a living

with what the climate’s giving

 

Window 3 a Christmas tree

blasted at the root in shock

will form an execution block

 

Window 4 reflects the scores

of faces peering at every angle

glimpses as of living angels

 

Window 5 they keep alive

their patients burnt and shot

doctors overtime where bombs are hot

 

Window 6 the gifts a mix

gold of dignity, incense sweet spread

and myrrh speaking for the dead

 

Window 7 asking for heaven

amidst the mindless desolation

the lost meanings of their nation

 

Window 8 is not too late

a child in his out of the way place

teaching to all available space

 

Window 9 equine and bovine

watching with their seeming sadness

the child graced midst all this madness

 

Window 10 the hired men

who carry out the infant killing

the hard men at herod’s willing

 

Window 11 a queue uneven

of displaced persons refugees

and others now with unheard pleas

 

Window 12 the shelves and shelves

of self-satisfied Santa sales

megastores’ only holy grail