Death of a Christmas Tree

Posted on January 8, 2018 by mabhsavage

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.