Bohemian Groves

© 12 December 2004, The Griot Poet

Santa’s tree land…
Row after row of phalanx symbols…
The prophylactic bedecks the representative
Fertility symbols in Trojan ribbed silver and gold.

A pentagram affixed
Atop the green Richard
Plants the seed through
The obligatory
Orifice Holly Wreath
Under the aphrodisiac
Mistletoe.

Flip the script
On the ‘n’
In Santa’s name:
You get the adversary
Up to the same old game
“He comes as an angel of light.”

Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen,
Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzon,
And Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer:
All just Pan without Peter on
Four instead of two cloven hooves,

The messenger, Gabriel
Gave the news to Mary
Of the virgin pregnancy
In the sixth month
Of ELUL,

Superimpose the Hebrew
On the Julian
Calendar – we’re talking
August – September.

Unless
We believe Jesus was a “premi”
That puts the divine birth
In May or June!

This
Is a ritual, kept alive not to pay homage
To Palestinian Prophets
Or Saturnalia:
But to Mammon and to
Maximize to gorging
Fourth quarter corporate profits!

We cannot rail against
Skull and bones
Selections
Masking as elections,
Against world elites
Hiding in robes,

Sacrifices of children
In effigy “cremations of care”
And Iraqi reality
To Moloch’s
Flames

If we are not
Willing to dismantle
Our own
Bohemian Groves!