Sheep bleating Bethlehem

This bleat of Bethlehem will by summertime droop,
else to Bedlam go the citizens of named graves, too.

From manger to martyrdom
I discount one ascent, only one ascent:
& Francis preaches Provencal French
to Spanish flowers, budded in ignorance
like most subjects of his merit:
like, for merit, the glee of saints
rushing down the pyre; notice, here—
listen to liars and mangers catch fire,
& explode in strange syllables—
poor babe in the donkey’s gut,
its new stench mistaken for straw.
From manger to martyrdom
I discount one law, only one law.

This bleat of Bethlehem will by winter’s withdraw
nest in no more throats, hiss from no more jaws.

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~ by Jeremy on December 1, 2012.

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