When the infant Christ lay in the manger,
in the coarse stable upon matted straw,
kinder animals heeded the stranger-
the godly baby-and stood in great awe.
Yet foolish flies bedeviled the creatures,
living and dying, bugs in blind action,
living and dying-most mortal features-
that Jesus spared, by his saving sanction,
all of mankind by the blood of his life.
Now men, not wise like horse and donkey,
swarm all the world in their own buzzing strife;
thrilled by turds, poor parodies of monkey.
they will ignore the Christ child, who'll still draw
shelter in the stable, on strewn, damp straw.

Glenn Bagshaw

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