Gather the stars. . .
Gather the stars together, let them glow
in vases, stem the ebb and flow of tides,
the groaning growth of mountains, let them
gather strength in pools, or start the long
slow wearing down to being plains, make still
the movement of tectonic plates, the surging
power of magma breaking through the surface
clay; suspend the laws of nature for one day:
Mankind is playing Christmas games again.
Break up the tanks, let rifles rust away
scuttle the fleets, build silos just for grain,
make ploughshares out of swords and grounded
planes; suspend the laws of nature for one day:
Mankind is playing Christmas games again
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