Death of a Christmas Tree

Epiphany!

But there was no

Kind revelation

Or transformation

No visiting magi

Blessed this bunch

Of tattered twigs

And glitter.

Barely litter;

Sitting partway

On the verge

Of grass

And desperation.

Christmas over

Someone angry?

Resenting loss

Of festive cheer?

Or beer

Fuelled madness

Take the tree out for a ride mate

Toss it out the window!

Who can say.

I would have treasured

It’s glitzy branches

Cheap and cheerful

Both positives

To me.

But now mud spattered

Battered

I say again, tattered

Here lies Christmas

Rest in pieces.

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