Inside me (are three wise men)

by Jonathan Spencer

Inside me are people turned away from
The warmth of the hearth
In the town of their birth
They have arrived
But they are lost
An uneasy silence settles
A pregnant pause
They are sent to sleep with the animals
While the fat cats bathe inn the glow of the fire

Inside me are three wise man
They have arrived at the stable
Of my birth and rebirth
Yet they are empty handed
Holding their hands in front of them
They meet my eyes
With the dark misty centres of their own
They do not speak

Inside me are Shepherds
The salt of the earth
Their journey is beginning
They stare
I thought they’d kneel, and
Their hands are smeared in the red
Of viscera
Like Butchers
The animals shy away

Inside me, you cannot see
I cannot reveal
And you will only guess
But inside me
Are three wise men
Yet they
Are empty handed

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