The Holy Roast
“peace on earth, good will toward men”
I’m having distant arguments without
Connection to the ones I’m fighting with.
I write my brutal points because I doubt
My brothers will consider them. The myth
Of brotherhood is only that, a tale
Of likeness and agreement. Christmas Day
Two brothers at the board began to flail
Each other with religious points to flay
Fraternal foe alive, assuming that
That goal could be achieved. I got up from
The table, left the house, walked free, and spat
The ugliness out. The day had gone numb.
I took a long, long walk around the town.
No one missed me. I smirked a Christmas frown.
~ Phillip Whidden