Welcome

I think she’s had enough.
This plague upon our houses,
Stands high above the earth.
You are not the cavalry,
And I do not deserve this.

You are not the girl you were.
To fill a minutes silence,
With a slew of dirty words.
Welcoming a saviour,
With frankincense and myrrh.

This is the final kick,
A magic trick.
We all crowd around,
To witness it.