Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
Lying, bundled up, bundled together
Needles askew, branches askance
Sideways, shunted down on concrete
Nestled together, touching garbage bags
Pine trees
No longer needed, having served
Their merry purpose, the fashion
show of light and sparkles ended
One
Two three four
Tips touching, broken
Compass needles
Ye merry gentlemen have put
Away their cloaks and angels
On high have restored
Mangled mangers
Buried and then exposed in white
(dashed by snow/dressed up like eskimos)
The trees are headed for roasting
On an open fire
Without any yuletide carols
Written: 1/23/09
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