Merry Christmas From The Christmaspede

The Christmaspede wants to wish you a happy holiday this week, and spread its cheer by laying eggs in your bones. See you in 2008.

Merry ChristmaspedeThe Christmaspede

IN wintry night, when cords of wood
Lie buried in the drifts,
Like hobos in a trainless land,
Or Pharaohs tombed in ghostly sand –
The tinsel-insect shifts!

With tiny cracks and splinterings
She flexes each red claw!
She stretches out, so broad and flat!
She bends her back this way and that
And snaps her hurtful maw!

Infest! Infest! Infest! Infest!
The Christmaspede draws nigh!
Beneath the gifts — there! Skittering!
Her carapace — it’s glittering!
She’s climbing up my thigh!

Oh! Holy, clacking Christmaspede!
Oh! Blessed Tannen-Pest!
You cut into my frozen heart
And cleave the ice-stopped flesh apart
To build a Yuletide nest!

Oh! Pernicious Noel-Worm!
Oh! Devouring Folly!
You chew my bones and climb inside
To hide your eggs of season-tide
Like gifts of buried holly!

Then, as soon as midnight dies,
She scurries to the eaves.
She wipes her black antennae clean
And takes to shadows, ’til, unseen,
The Christmaspede — She leaves!

 

Posted on December 23, 2007 by Chris Walters |
 
Filed Under Arts & Entertainment • Books & Writing 

 

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