[Jeffrey]

glad tidings

Good drive beneath my feet, the miles out
against the curve of the earth like logic
set down upon the surface of the deep.
Pedaled equations, mere time management
in the silent streets abuzz with plastic.
We create objects to attract meaning,
she said as I watched them hanging tinsel,
placing a star upon the top of things.
Truth needs no bow; we crown it regardless
and parade it through the hedges and lanes,
calling to the dejected and despised:
"Arise, the banquet awaits. Come, be filled.
We'll carve up Leviathan as cold cuts,
and drink from that old bottomless grail."
Miles to go before I feast, then sleep.

[Skeeter]

"We'll carve up Leviathan as cold cuts"

Superb line. I quite enjoyed this one, making the connection between Christmas and the wedding feast of the Lamb.