10 minutes to midnight on 11/28/24

after the roast beast           & the fellowship of wine

we return          to the old spells          thank you for coming

          thank you for everything          thank you thank you thanks for you

i quench the fire          in the fireplace          we put the dishes away 

the leftovers in the fridge          loosen our belts     sigh 

another year in the bag          another gathering done

& still          we return to the old spells          the video clips & sounds

we go back to it again & again          where else goes such magic & despair

the pained expression          the rumpled suit          the resignation & defeat

as the boss on tv           who tried to do good          the promises 

the filth          his clean hands          when the election went south          says,

'as god as my witness          i thought          turkeys could fly!'