we have several mangers on our mantle
made of materials from ‘round the world
each a collection of the usual suspects
along with a contingent of livestock
but there’s no food
the magi made the effort to bring
incense and offerings, but not one
covered dish made the journey
the shepherds too were empty handed
on his way out Jesus gathered
his friends and fed them a meal
to remember over and over
every time you eat he said
but for all the angels and alleluias
all the stars and promises
how can it be no one thought
mary and joseph might be hungry
Peace,
Milton
