They say,
In the end,
When followed back,
It all comes down to
Sex and blood.
That every ritual,
All sacraments,
And blessings,
Follow.
I think
There’s a lot
Of truth in that,
But it’s too basic.
Sex and blood
Just sounds dramatic.
And there’s the key,
The human
Angle.
We need
The story,
The narrative,
And we sell it with
Sex and blood.
We don’t care about
Those in abstract,
Generics,
Oh no.
We care
When stories
About people
We care about have
Sex and blood
Encountered and spilled,
Wasted and won,
And savoured.
That’s all.
When I first sat down to write this, I thought I was going to write a poem about Christmas. I was mistaken.