Just thinking about how much overindulgence there is to come in this next month!
This tree is from a few years ago, ours isn’t up yet this year
New poem (draft) November 2021
Chocolates and toffees in bright tubs almost force fed piled high in the aisles everywhere in the Northern hemisphere in all of Christendom from October to January. So much gold foil and bright lights. Too much for me, for my eyes for my mind for my heart for my soul. For my teeth. For the Earth a farce of false sweetness. Corruption and greed. How much stuff do we need. Feed the hungry. Not addiction, excess weight and Big Business. It keeps me awake at night, gives me heart burn and palpitations. Nations aren’t ready to lay down their excesses or redress the imbalances of their fathers and grandfathers. What of the mothers and children and their children and grandchildren when the lands in the South that grow sugar cane are desert and dead? When will they get it into their heads We don’t want all their baubles and promises. Fudged fixes and smoke screens. Christ would have been happy with dates