Monday 10 December 2012

Ode to Oscar Wilde

Ode to Oscar Wilde

Christmas again
Family pain 
Seasonal funk
Think to get drunk
Not this year
Won't shed a tear
No not for you
Or the fatherless Jew
Born in a manger
Class rearranger
Who showed us the scars
He called
the wounds of love
But no,
that was Oscar's giant who saw the dove,
the child in the tree.
Oh yes, that's what
Wounded me,
The child in the tree.

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