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In the Nick of Time

On far-reaching mantelpieces

Decked with cards from the four corners

And never-lit candles

And holly in an unhollied land

By the plastic pine and polystyrene snow

And the Christine figurines

Sits a small bottle of Four Roses

A solitary gift for Santa

To soothe his sooty throat

One which, according to the Womb,

is not too humble an offering

One which, according to the Seed,

is just the right label to appease

We not knowing the source of their insight

Till one day we learn

and our hearts break

the nurturing arms of mystery unfold

and we are dropped like lidless paint-canisters

onto pristine floors

(1975)

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