I Sing Carols

I sing carols

The bells ring in my head 

Because I know that in fifty years they will all be dead

Your white christmases no longer

The dreams of the snowy white trees

Will be forgotten 

The baby in the casket will be remembered but the 

Polar bears

Penguins

And frostbitten animals alike will be left behind 

We will remember the gods we praise but will forget the animals 

The bodies that lay 

So I sing carols 

 because I know that you will sitting on you yawn chairs 

With your blank stares 

I know that you will have fought

But your feeble efforts will have been too weak 

As the hot sun rises you will say through gritted teeth “Well this isn't too bleak”

I have whispered carols 

The memories now twist and coil 

The willow trees they boil 

The story books tell of snowy white bears 

And the lack of cares

The carols have been sung

But you will not hear them 

You will close your eyes and block your ears

As babies cry and mothers wipe their tears 

We sing carols 

As we march with signs held high

As we scream and ask “why god why?”

March 13, 2023 you lied.

I sing carols 

To fall asleep to close my eyes and dream

I hum the slow lyrics because without them I can’t sleep

I wonder with all the lies you keep 

Can you close your eyes 

Can you sleep?

The carols they sing  

The whispers of 

Elvis Presley

Wham!

Michael Buble

Because I am not ok

Because everything I do is only okay

It’s never enough or great 

Somehow I am always too late

The memories of the carols that have been sung

The willow tree 

With it’s massive leaves and strong and hung 

The branches hag from the sky 

Cover me with your leaves save me from their lies 

I will sing carols 

The little white girl singing on the beach

The 14 year old that knew nothing of the world

But what they didn’t know was that my knuckles were curled 

My fists were strong 

I knew that this had gone on for too long 

I knew that the great willow had fallen 

And it was wrong

Why do I sing carols 

Because no one else will

I will sing until the harmony's kill

Until 

Until 

Until

No one knows why I sing carols  

Such a small habit

Such an unrelenting kink in the system 

It’s so small and yet it beckons it calls to the men with the big mouths and cruel thoughts

The men who tells us we are not caught 

They will tell us that this was planned that everything that has gone wrong will go right

That there will be soon again be enough wind to fly the little girl’s kite 

I have sung carols 

To sooth the sea 

To calm the trees

To will the mighty mountains to their knees 

I sing carols 

I promise that I do 

That the carols are blesses and that they carry power 

That they can fix me and you

That the mighty willows will be cured with my singing 

That my song will carry meaning and stop the men from wining 

That my 

insignificant

small

worthless

whispers will carry through the wind

That maybe my 

irrelevant

meaningless

quite buzz will do something anything

My carols are not 

Absurd

Empty

Pointless

Inconsequential 

Like they want you to believe

They are strong and so are yours

Because these songs hold power 

Because they are 

Words.

Stop the willow project. 

Use your words.