Ryan got me thinking about numbers this morning, and the countdown that is Advent.
Advent Calendar
Cardboard windows and gold numbers;
A candle burning down digits while cash flows
Like chocolate and pies and rivers and drink.
I’ve been counting the cost of Christmas,
working out what’s been taken away;
occupied Palestine and tinsel banned,
Fatwas, obese Santas, drunk bishops;
it seems divisions have been multiplied.
Guns blaze; 3, 4, 5 prostitutes lie dead.
Fractions of God and sex and virgins,
Tough equations requiring complex solutions.
It is Advent.
Wait until I count to 25,
And I’m left with only this remainder:
One + Infinity giving birth to one become naught,
To raise us to the power of love.
© KB1206
19 days…
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