THE CHRISTMAS DISPLAY
I am a wisp of promise shifted from hand to pocket on a paper pass with stiff cold leaves cracking under shuffling feet looking for shelter. I am the frozen spots of blood leaked from cracked feet left in stains in frost topped snow trails traversing city streets from full shelter to full shelter, looking for a place of warmth in the wilds of a bitter night. I am the festive light unseen. I am a man deciding it is time to rest, tired from trekking across the city I sit against a tree to nap; never to wake in cold again.
Never to be moved along by a badge and a stick to not be seen where the party people go for light shows and dreams of children riding on sleighs piled high with presents for all. I am frozen humanity that would have been grateful enough to have been counted naughty enough to receive a lump of heat giving lifesaving coal.
There is no promise for them counted helpless except in death, I should have had a job, I should have been able to find my way to comfort it is not that hard. Leave me be, the wisp of promise my parents gave the world when they birthed me, stuck sitting crucified dead frozen to this tree for an example for all to see until the world thaws around me.
I only am an ornament, a temporary decoration on a dying tree, hung for a bit then tucked away safely in a box marked "eternity."
© M Durfee