Tonight’s Silent Night

but when children wheeze
with the breeze the breath
of a dying tradition, rattle
the tambourine skewering
punctured bottle crowns, and beat
the empty milk can; it’s that time
of the season to let them know
about the story of the mother
and the child I ate for dinner,
roasted and fried, respectively;
and the directions on how
to keep themselves alive
while sleeping on the streets.

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