Ordering Worlds on a Christmas Night
Making a world it's what we do
with lights with noise, with flags and glue
with a mask for each and every thing
Making a world for what we are,
a dome whose rafters are strung from a star
just some LED lights, some watts, some string
in front of a strip bar.
Making a world that changes the way
we’ve made ourselves think or we came to play
is harder than math and cold as bling.
It's done every day.
Making a world, it's what we fear
that we hold off with sparkle and sentiment's tear.
Soldiers of plastic blow horns in a ring.
The Savior is here.
Making a world, we want it more cute.
A Disneyworld planet and a Times photo shoot
shiny with order so we don’t leave a thing
to show the dead root.
Making a world. it's what we plan
an unrisen bread from the kneading of man,
though the hunger persists we use what we bring
And forget what we can.
Photo courtesy of dustus @Onestoppoetry
Slightly edited to improve lack of cheerfulness, 1:28 pm