‘Christ Climbed Down’ –a Christmas poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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Christ climbed down

from His bare Tree

this year

and ran away to where

there were no rootless Christmas trees

hung with candycanes and breakable stars

 

Christ climbed down

from His bare Tree

this year

and ran away to where

there were no gilded Christmas trees

and no tinsel Christmas trees

and no tinfoil Christmas trees

and no pink plastic Christmas trees

and no gold Christmas trees

and no black Christmas trees

and no powderblue Christmas trees

hung with electric candles

and encircled by tin electric trains

and clever cornball relatives

 

Christ climbed down

from His bare Tree

this year

and ran away to where

no intrepid Bible salesmen

covered the territory

in two-tone cadillacs

and where no Sears Roebuck creches

complete with plastic babe in manger

arrived by parcel post

the babe by special delivery

and where no televised Wise Men

praised the Lord Calvert Whiskey

 

Christ climbed down

from His bare Tree

this year

and ran away to where

no fat handshaking stranger

in a red flannel suit

and a fake white beard

went around passing himself off

as some sort of North Pole saint

crossing the desert to Bethlehem

Pennsylvania

in a Volkswagen sled

drawn by rollicking Adirondack reindeer

with German names

and bearing sacks of Humble Gifts

from Saks Fifth Avenue

for everybody’s imagined Christ child

 

Christ climbed down

from His bare Tree

this year

and ran away to where

no Bing Crosby carollers

groaned of a tight Christmas

and where no Radio City angels

iceskated wingless

thru a winter wonderland

into a jinglebell heaven

daily at 8:30

with Midnight Mass matinees

 

Christ climbed down

from His bare Tree

this year

and softly stole away into

some anonymous Mary’s womb again

where in the darkest night

of everybody’s anonymous soul

He awaits again

an unimaginable

and impossibly

Immaculate Reconception

the very craziest of

Second Comings

 

Copyright 1958 by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

McDonalds and Disneyland in Baghdad (a poem)

McDonalds and Disneyland in Baghdad

by Shawn Hamilton

A critical strike—
Locusts swarm Baghdad.
Hands on general watch point north;
We know the hour.

Onerous change—oppressors change.
And we who walk the valley of the Shadow of Debt
Shall fear no Skull and Bones,
Though a president’s brain be splayed
Over Grassy Knolls.
History’s violent melody replays
With variations.

                                                         

From sea to shining sea, We The People lull
On soporific sofas watching oligarchy opera.
Dan Rather serves US polite Pepsi perspectives,
Big Mac American arrogance,
News Cheetos!
We lick orange agent from our limp lips,
O tranquil frenzy!
As embedded recorders with the Pentagon
Daily News,
Laud the 3-7th Cav “mopping up”
Post-nocturnal engagement.

Back home in the Heartland
SUV super tanks hump bumpers, want to run you
Into a ditch. Dodge Ram you!
They’ll Custer you out.
They’ll show you stars and bloody stripes!
“God, Guts, and Guns—American Justice.”
V-8 diesel and United States flag,
Mud flap silver sex dolls and “The Power of Pride.”
Inside the cool cab Limbaugh wipes the Greasy Grass from his chinny chin.
He hardens,
And repeatedly violates Hillary.

    

God bless our Disney World dynasty!
We sow seedy embryos and reap
Sanitary solace in Fantasyland.
When Minnie minds
The Superstore,
Watergate McBurglars and Enronald McDonalds loot tills
Prevaricate with Goofy excuses,
Blame matronly Mickey Mouse Marthas.
O Dumbo Democracy!
Our Pinocchio president can barely reach
The end of his nose to scratch it.
“Rule by the People”
With money and power?
Plutocracy! In thin disguise.
Who dispatch fighting forces to dominate the globe as burning oil wells rain
Petroleum drops on dead jarheads in deserts;
The dumb grunts die
To advance
Elitist empire.

And We, The Petty Perfect People back on Main Street,
Huff and cower before TV altars
Eating Freedom Fries,
Supersized.
Waving Wal-Mart flags, we cheer the new Grand Opening:
McDonalds and Disneyland in Baghdad.