Poetry of Tom Greggs
  • Poems 1
    • Fair For Any Bird
    • Untitled II
    • Old Photo / Black Luger
    • Stirrer of Seas
    • On The Stair
    • Red Delicious
    • The Occasional Poem
    • Emerging
    • Proper Use of the Scythe
    • Anemone
    • Hole in the Wall
    • Muddy Waters
    • Gauguin in Ketchikan
    • Red Tailed Hawk
    • Poet, Adjusted
    • April
  • Poems 2
    • Jack Straws
    • A Titanic
    • Unclothing
    • Counting Cop Cars
    • Cargo Cult
    • Island Bird
    • River Stones
    • Boy in Victory
    • The Difference Between Burying and Planting
    • Vietnam Memorial In Rain
    • How Relationships End
    • Clearing of the Land
    • Periwinkle
    • Surge Channel
    • An Artist Gives Birth
    • White Church in a Deep Field
  • Short Poems
    • Beach Cabin
    • Untitled
    • Short Poem 1
    • Drive Time Jazz
    • Road to Walla Walla
    • These Things
    • Short Poem 2
    • Short Poem 3
    • The Undulate
    • Short Poem 4
    • Living Twice
    • You-Me
  • Sock Drawer
    • Washaway Beach
    • A Splendid Christmas Corpse
    • Who Laid the Bone
    • Everybody's Packin'
    • She's the Next Best Thing
  • Contact Me
A SPLENDID CHRISTMAS CORPSE


I'd make a splendid Christmas corpse

in rigor mortis to the core

With arms out wide, feet 

fastened firmly to the floor


In my place as trade I'd say

a Noble Fir goes free

Considered a down payment

for my years of carpentry


As for decor hang balls of red  

from from every branch included

Both ears and nose, with balls of blue

on other parts denuded


It's a damned strange situation

when you're cut down in your prime

Don't buy the Other Guy's tradition

or they'll nail you every time


Unplug the lights, pack up the bows,

return the baubles to the box

Place my corpse beside the curb

dressed in my woolen socks

























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