I lie quiet in my bed.
Nativity in there,
little hard heads butted up
of the Divine
and his folks;
shepherds' hooks,
crowns of the kings;
poke of a hoof and a stick and straw
and roof peak;
and too many points
of a terrible star.
Nativity in there,
little hard heads butted up
of the Divine
and his folks;
shepherds' hooks,
crowns of the kings;
poke of a hoof and a stick and straw
and roof peak;
and too many points
of a terrible star.