a star

The bent and broken carcasses of Christmas
Trimmed to the bone
And banished
Left lonely
Sad, sorrowful, speechless
To be thrown to the murdering mans machine
To die without dignity
Their words now softly spoken
“ I blessed the banisters, the children clothed me”
“Gifts were given to my anxious arms”
A king is killed
A puppeteer’s playful pawn
Forgotten
till Christmas rise again!