Focus on Frame
The sun speaks at Perihelion – Janet Frame
On the twelve Christmas days
I thought my gift and your treasure
would be shining closest to earth.
Why did spires gouge out my eyes?
Why did the television crucifix
mingle my blood
with dancing girls, the Truth Game,
and the crisscross Quiz of Christ?
I found these poems in an old poetry anthology from school. Unfortunately there isn't a reference for where they originally came from.