burning in night’s cold.
lined in careful, groomed row
all men lie awake
troubled by a chord strung weak.
peace, says the crooked sign hanging on the door dimly lit,
it might as well say vacant, for we left long ago.
silent night –
we’re all strangers under one leaking roof
holy night –
curses muttered in hopes he will hear
all is calm –
our dreams now battered and beat
all is bright –
no use stoking coals drenched in tears
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