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
(2008)
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