Angel X-Mas Poem by Pierre Rausch

Once in this time when the summer blood
Knocked in the flesh that decked the vine
Once in this bread, the summer wind
The oat was merry in the wind;
Man broke the oath, spilled it down.

This bread I break was once the oat,
This wine upon a foreign tree
Thrown in its fruit;
Man in the day or wine at night
Laid the crops low, broke the grape's it’s joy.

When wings wing desire
Took the shire one step higher
I never knew that there were such going-on
In the world between the cover of books
Angel Christmas; I’m coming home to you
Only to wish you well

This flesh you break, this blood you let
My wine you drink, my bread you break.
Grape of root and sap;
Make the desolation in the vein,

Was a savior rarer then
Golden note turn in a groove
Children kept from the sun
In studies of his key-less smile
Wishes of prisoners locked my eye

Given further an indication
Given a bias toward flat screens
Given an amount of vehicle