Glass: A Journal of Poetry Volume Two Issue One       

Zuzanna Nitecka

Christmas Day 

The sky seeps into this house through the glass dome stretching from
here to infinity above its many rooms and corridors; clouds collide with
the dome with a soft metallic CLINK.

Tonight, swarms of guests pour into the house to feast. They sink their
teeth into juicy meats, grease flows down their fingers, roaring laughter
fills their throats.

They tear to pieces. They rip apart. They devour.

And when it's all done, Gabriel turns off the lights and walks away,
absent-mindedly wiping his hands on his wings.