Poem: Advent

Random Acts of Poetry

Advent

Here he comes, the paragon
of blinding teeth,
smug as the marble smile
of Hercules,

frozen forever
in symmetry:
The face of a mirror-god,
unacquainted with toilet seats,

mouthwash and razor burn.
How faithfully he combs
the lacking
from his coronal hair,

unmindful of birds, fish,
and bindlestiffs,
their Godforsaken lives
in shadow--

this forty-storey,
stubborn boy!
Surely the kingdom
of heaven is at hand.