So pumps the crimson, so it curdles the sleep in us all The vacuum of souls so like their universe One note, one verse Ad infinitum sung, no … hummed Until the eyes darken and the skin loosens and the Teeth yellow and drop from the gums Blood thickens with Weary, with boredom of Springs and Fall Every word the same, every face known, Every day a rhyme Ether to amber to stone Fruit cake and peppermints Candlelit stockings the children Swat at Christmas syllables, sentiment Sung until the liquor melts Candy canes and magenta leaves And the sleep And tinsel trees