Weird Christmas Eve 46 times past
With no holly, blinking red or green lights,
No 'holy' decorations, only the gaudy glare
Of cold Jerusalem's neon theater sign;
We watched Catch 22 with our kibbutz bunch
After being frisked for bombs at the entrance.
Years explode by while politicians yet pitch
Uncradled in the maze of their doctrinal hype;
The sacred cave's still dark and unstable,
For more unwise men, so starless, misrule.
--Dan Wilcox
First pub. in Danse Macabre
and in poetry collection,
Psalms, Yawps, and Howls
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