Christmas Tree Lots

By Chris Green Chris Green
Christmas trees lined like war refugees,
a fallen army made to stand in their greens.
Cut down at the foot, on their last leg,

they pull themselves up, arms raised.
We drop them like wood;
tied, they are driven through the streets,

dragged through the door, cornered
in a room, given a single blanket,
only water to drink, surrounded by joy.

Forced to wear a gaudy gold star,
to surrender their pride,
they do their best to look alive.

Source: Poetry (December 2001).

 Chris  Green


Chris Green is the author of three books of poetry: The Sky Over Walgreens (2007), Epiphany School (2009), and Résumé (2014). His poetry has appeared in such journals as Poetry, New Letters, Verse, Nimrod, RATTLE, and Black Clock. He recently edited the anthology, Brute Neighbors: Urban Nature Poetry, Prose & Photography. He teaches in the English Department at DePaul University.

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SUBJECT Nature, Religion, Winter, Christianity

Poetic Terms Metaphor

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