Poetry

For the last time the night stretched out her cloak,
as she did shake out the stars
to make them cover the whole heaven
and everywhere they were blue and white.
 
No star did lead any wise men
but when the morning star did appear at last
the baby boy was born
and his people saw him
 
while the lights burned in the large city
and manmade power
came sparking from tube-lights
when the boy was there in all of his beauty
 
and his people rejoiced, cried from pure joy,
while sirens screamed far off
and he rested in the arms of his mother
as a newcomer in this age.