Light is reigning down in plunging coverlets of gold
\naround the cradle.
\nSomeone passed a bowl of blood-thick soup among the group;
\nwhere is the ladle?
\nI am here in Bethlehem. I was dragged along by them.
\nI have gone to much expense purchasing this frankincense.
\nBut no one seems to care if I exist.
\nIf I slipped away would I be missed?
\nI don’t know why everyone’s gone wild
\nover some damned ring around this child.<\/p>\n
I got the wise man blues again.
\nTwo guys woke me up at ten.
\nHad to give my camel water;
\nhad to leave my wife and daughter;
\nfollow some star to the savior.
\nI’m not used to weird behavior.
\nWound up here amongst these strangers;
\nI don’t often frequent mangers.
\nGuess it happens every now and then.
\nI got them wise man blues once again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"