The Fool on Yuletide December 11, 2007

 

Yuletide

As good a time as any to make amends

The Fool draws his own blood

forked wood; it speaks

while it snivels in his ears.

From my innermost prejudices, I call you

on my loneliest night I call you

at my meanest I seek you

revel with me my own blood.

Don’t be huddled in a corner

like a demon wassailing torn-heart

pleading for gifts freely given.