Holy innocents

Their wisdom was not wanted
by the powers that be, in case
it would unseat their certainty
of their own anointed state.

Warned in a dream, they went home
another way, pursued by rumours
of mothers kneeling in the ashes
of their frankincensed fire.

One returned to Zion, preaching
a dream he had seen lying in a manger.
They burned him with the little ones
for disturbing their peace.

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