A Not So Silent Night

Bruised children whimpered behind bedroom doors
Broken men groaned over fresh graveyard dirt
Babies wailed as they clawed at milkless breasts
Wounded soldiers howled into the blackness
Women of the night brazenly hawked their wares
Fists smashed into broken faces in drunken brawls
Wizened men wheezed final unintelligible words
The blackened teeth of the homeless chattered
A laboring woman screamed at pangs of birth
A baby boy’s cries reverberated through the cosmos
For the Word was made flesh for a dying creation
On a night that, like all nights, was anything but silent.