Christmas Inexorable

Christmas Inexorable

They have ears but do not hear
The drums that thrum in hill and deep.
For fear, the raccoon scuttles away
To duck the world’s recede, and sleep.

As for you, a sword shall cross your soul.
While the world slept
And the woman labored,
The dragon waited by womb
In Natal pause.
Legions and zealots whispered in its sleeping ear
Of another, better age:
	On one hand, a hobnailed universal age
	On t’other, a pig-free one nation’s age.
The dragon warred, but too late.
The baby, the Body, had been born.