For Posterity - Dec. 8, 2025
- Gary Hunter
- 1 day ago
- 1 min read
up from the flat box stretches
an accordion of green plastic
bristles, crumpled bows,
glossy pinecones and
silver-gold Christmas balls
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hooked to a thin emerald trunk
of aluminum, it cascades like an
1850’s hoop skirt for a woman -
spiky fabric sewn with starlight
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a pre-made homage for the holy
sacrifice, a factory-trimmed celebration
set up in three-minutes to honor
the tortured days of Jesus
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here in the 21st century
the plastic in the tree is a
fraction of what constructs the
millions of gifts to be exchanged
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an artificial season of giving
forced on us each year by a
synthetic disguise called Christmas
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for posterity I record:
Try the pine spray
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as my nose turns away,
wishing it had another job
