Monday, September 12, 2016

Poem??

I've been reading Edna O'Brien's new book, The Little Red Chairs.   And there's this on page 13 (author, if not O'Brien, unknown), though the italic formatting is mine:

"Santa didn't come
His brother took his place
Santa's dead.
Santa's dead?
That's what he said.
Annihilated on his sled?
 That's what he said.
Well, this is it, son,
This is it.
Dark, dark shit....

3 comments:

  1. Keep reading this verse each time I stop by and hard to deny the sentiment. For now, in this window of time before mid-January, hope you enjoy a merry Christmas.

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  2. How wonderful to hear from you!! I was thinking of this poem this morning....am gonna google it, see if I can find more about the author, etc. The Rain Kachina has come to bless our day here. Looked out the window, saw my neighbor walking his friend's dog. Both of them had raincoats on, even Mr. Pickles, the dog. Happy Holiday time to you, too, Joared. Enjoy!!

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