of my Christmas cactus
looks like a crown
of thorns I swear
I’m not that religious
never been to Damascus
except those two times
but these trumpet flowers
are purple for some sorrow
their leaves golden
because they reason
the earth is dying today
having eaten all
the light it can
and frantic for a way
to go on will lay
its bloodless moonlight
in our empty laps tonight
and weep for life
to come again
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