He Was Alive Once

Is Christmas for the anthropomorphic
It was for me and my dog once
I dressed him for his march in the parade
That was when everything was intact
When snow was on the ground
And love was in our hearts
That was before I lost everything

The angst of the heart fills my lungs
And it is painful to breathe
People say Merry Christmas
And it is painful that they mean it
I had wealth then impoverishment
I am now nothing but indentured servitude
Not even a thought in my last moments

In many ways though I have morphed
I have lived by the Divine edict
And there is a dead Christmas wreath
On my door
I look to the ground
I almost see the spilt blood
I even feel my family's embrace