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Christmas Evening
Alone I sit
Surrounded by America's religion
I'm forgetten
I'm nothing today

I'm Hallmark's enemy
And Santa Claus' doormat
I'm the thief
And I drip hot candle wax on my wrists

I've never been invited
Or maybe only once
Although my mind escaped the coldness
I prepare my armyness
And make a new bomb

My feet are cold
My tongue numb
And I begin to fall apart
In my shadows of nothingness

It's Christmas Eve
Where have all the flowers gone?
The single Jews
The yellow stars
My father Hitler
And friends in Seattle

My grandmother beats me
Into a pulp over meeting
She doesnt understand

 1999 David Greg Harth @ 296 NYC