Christ, you're back: Once again
You've resurrected yourself.
Overnight the world is replaced by another world:
Pure, each branch limned in white,
Cacophony, chaos, consumed in
contradiction: Silence comes.
"Drive safely. Heaven can wait," says a sign
on the Batesville Casket Company truck,
But tomb, manger, crass commercialism --
Not even these can contain you.
In this frantic season of elusive peace,
you fade like tiny bubbles in the wedding wine.
Fade, then rise again: Each December
a little Easter, a baby's bounce,
another divine enfant born to suffer
this insufferable world.