Alone I sit

Surrounded by America’s religion

I’m forgotten

I’m nothing today

Insignificant

 

I’m Hallmark’s enemy

And Santa Claus’ doormat

I’m the thief

And I drip hot candle wax on my wrists

 

I’ve never been invited

Or maybe only once

Although my mind escaped the coldness

I prepare my own army

And make a new bomb

 

My feet are cold

My tongue numb

And I begin to fall apart

In my shadows of nothingness

 

It’s Christmas Eve

Where have all the flowers gone?

The single Jews

The yellow stars

My father Hitler

And friends in Seattle

 

My grandmother beats me

Into a pulp over meeting

She doesn’t understand

 

 

© 1999 David Greg Harth

99.12.24.22:59:20 @ 296 NYC