Novel ExplorationBethlehem, we sing
Bethlehem, Bethlehem
Only half-remembering
The dark and the cold
The misery and the grief
Bethlehem: an incantation
Yeats was right
The horror has slouched its way
Into the manger stall
And devoured the child
Extinguished light
Bethlehem, Bethlehem, we sing
Half-forgetting
More then half-forgetting
Wishing away unpleasant truth
Not realising, perhaps
The truth of it