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Jiffy-black crow get off the road
the meals not worth the life you’re owed
get home to your ma and your family
this mist and this fog its Christmas eve

I jagged myself on a holly bush
my blood the colour of the berries
they were sharp and they were sour
and they so full of poison

a pheasant flew behind me
it was a squawkin’ as they like to do
and thus it did remind me that all we give
and all we get it ain’t worth sweat

I lit a fire, I read my book
I smoked a tasty, black cheroot
I drank from a glass so full of whiskey
I looked up at the night sky

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                                                               edenbraytoday23.12.2021

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AUTHOR’S NOTES : I wrote this to kind of reflect on this Christmas time I suppose, families and all … what we’ve all been through lately with like fears about covid and dying and stuff … then what Christmas is meant to be about now, I stuck Jesus blood and his pain and suffering in there and shit like that, I also snuck in like a free-style, game bird – not a goddam fucking no-life turkey, then there’s a kind of reasonant, meaningful what-not about it all being more than just presents and greed and all and then I thought I’d finish it off with thoughts of what I like to do, things I enjoy at Christmas – you know a good smoke and a drink, fun, meaningful, mystical kind of stuff, stargazing and all – damn – and I missed my dear wife outta this piece – she’s gonna hate me – H.C. y’all! ❅ edenbray x

illustration on the theme  – he came to die