Christmas for the Dead
In the graveyard
with holly and mistletoe
on old oak trees
bare limbs and tinsel
a celebration past sundown
paper snowflakes on headstones
and candy cane bouquets
that can’t be eaten by those with
missing fingerbones and teeth in odd places
and no nose to redden
from the biting chill of eve
but they gather and lounge
on hills that are their final home
to proclaim the festivities are for all
and to all a goodnight
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