YES, SANTA CLAUS, THERE IS A VIRGINIA
Of trumpet-lightning and a womb that lept for us
One promise made for us and ever kept for us
(Behold a man a-waiting in Jerusalem
Named Simeon and older than Methusalem) —
One Central Thing, before the Day-Star, cited yet
The Word that lights the world, and it be lighted yet.
An incandescence in the human mesh of us,
We be illuminated in the flesh of us.
We are no islands, we are very isthmuses
All of one Main, the nexuses our Christmases.
-- R.A. Lafferty
How it was found in the files of Kinesis, an sf poetry magazine. This poem was for an issue which never came out and the link has its first appearance. This entry was posted at https://nancylebov.dreamwidth.org/1110996.html. Comments are welcome here or there. comments so far on that entry.