Crows freeze in mid-flight <br />And hang there <br />Like fire damaged decorations. <br /> <br />In longboats farmers <br />Glide out to fodder <br />Tossing ballast with steel pronged <br /> <br />Oars to a pod of cattle <br />Bugling steam into the evening. <br />Along Broderick's hillcrest <br /> <br />A tribe of stooping pine <br />File east slower than Artic thaw <br />While daylight leaks <br /> <br />Through a star pricked sky. <br />Baby Jesus could you know <br />That between the bar door <br /> <br />And the midnight choir <br />Someone would urinate a crucifix <br />In this year's snow?<br /><br />Seamus Hogan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-christmas-carol-5/
