Monday, December 22, 2008

Love your Neighbour as you Love your Elves

Chocolate boys pick Ivory Coast

plantations clean of red ripe pod those

skinny Christmas elves reach over reach

each a talent scout pick that Mr Miacca delivers

buggers and shuns, fresh recruits

taken for finger and thumb

far from their home sweet Santa circle.

Roused numb from his fever dream

mercy sleep where he hugs his mama’s

porridge bowl spoon that scrapes over scrapes

empty and in the sweaty equatorial waking

would fill his belly with those bitter beans.

Beans for the chocolatier

who presses sweet molded Christmas elves

neatly foiled in red net Santa stockings

each handed free at the local hardware

with every customer’s purchase.

Run run run as fast as you can

You can’t blame me

I’m the chocolatier, man!