christmas thinking of the beasts in the stable
to go as a beast
even in a moment’s thought
is to risk not coming back
to a stable world
where the anthropomorphism
of the beasts of the field
dance around the corpse of a belief
the letters of that ism
eaten as the chaff blows off
the empty dish of too many years
beholden to an algorithm
that is not the golden thread
of a bible incarnate
but the factotum of any belief
that places the beast below the man
in the manger
chewing the cud of tradition
as another new year approaches
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