Tonight the wind gnaws with teeth of glass The jackdaw shivers in caged branches of iron The stars have talons There is hunger in the mouth of vole and badger Silver agonies of breath in the nostril of the fox Ice on the rabbit’s paw Tonight has no moon, no food for the pilgrim The fruit tree is bare, the rose bush a thorn And the ground is bitter with stones But the mole sleeps and the hedgehog lies curled in a womb of leaves And the bean and the wheat seed hug their germs in the earth And a stream moves under the ice Tonight there is no moon But a star opens like a trumpet over the dead And tonight in a nest of ruins the blessed babe is laid And the fir tree warms to a bloom of candles And the child lights his lantern and stares at his tinsel toy And our hearts and hearths smoulder with live ashes In the blood of our grief the cold earth is suckled In our agony the womb convulses its seed And in the last cry of anguish The child’s first breath is bornSourceThe script ran 0.01 seconds.
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