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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

 

hooked to a thin emerald trunk

of aluminum, it cascades like an

1850’s hoop skirt for a woman -

spiky fabric sewn with starlight

 

a pre-made homage for the holy

sacrifice, a factory-trimmed celebration

set up in three-minutes to honor

the tortured days of Jesus

 

here in the 21st century

the plastic in the tree is a

fraction of what constructs the

millions of gifts to be exchanged

 

an artificial season of giving

forced on us each year by a

synthetic disguise called Christmas

 

for posterity I record:

Try the pine spray

 

as my nose turns away,

wishing it had another job

 
 
 

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