Expectant families
in temporary digs
waiting for a miracle
Led here by a burning star
and a government demand
to be counted
Drawing the short straw
bedding down in the stalls
Because there’s no room
in the inner workings
of the political economy
for them
Watched over by
donkeys and sheep
Interrupted sleep
Silent night
Keeping the light on
They’ll get along
the best they are able
They didn’t get the strong
They were left with just
the stable.
