The Death of Santa Claus
Larina, the voice of you urge
rocks the dead
refuses acquiescence
Larina, the constant betrayal of others
reminds you of needs
Larina, though no one came
you waited
Because of faith.
The voice of honesty punctuates your shadows
Larina, you found Santa Claus drunk
and sent him packing
but kept the spirit of giving
Larina, your breasts
nourish
like Christmas