Behold this inverted nativity scene;
see the crèche undone.
No eager shepherds here,
only the weeping family.
No wise men with gifts and gold
but doctors and nurses with morphine.
Not a manger, but a hospice bed.
This isn’t the midnight birth
of an infant babe – a firstborn son,
but the cancerous fading of a husband father;
both heralded by an angelic choir:
Gloria in excelsis deo