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the nativity sets are sinking,
tempting and jovial in their descent
tender and white palms dripping,
chanting cryonic carols
repeating,
your epitaph
repeating
Hail Mary,
Our Father
treading
stiff and numb
Christ the King Parish,
seized

baby Jesus is plugged into a twenty-foot long extension chord
curling
from the church shed
smug amongst kneeling Kings
and cradling Mary
almost buried