I took a walk to the top of the ridge

One crane remained

lifting a massive chosen pine

where tiny gullivers lashed it

to a trailer on it’s rattling way

through valleys to official Christmas downtown.

 

But out here today its the feast of Saint Donald

Heathens rejoice in a God of deep fear and self-loathing

Oh beautiful for spacious skies

I just can’t get this soot out of my eyes

~ T.A. McLaren