Critters capering round twinkling trees
and unlabelled boxes, a time of year
for cold gears to burn; pretend all is well
in the world of men
with their baubles like peanuts
and stiff lower lips like eels in water;
critters capering round twinkling trees,
fire in their eyes
and sildenafil in their veins,
fear not a future bound
their reckoning will come.