No Room

three-ships-ANo Room

I saw three ships come sailing in
on my TV.
But had I seen?
There were
No Boats –
they’d all been stopped
by signs pinned to the coastline
keeping safe the sovereignty of borders
over which we have
No Claim.

And in one of those ships three,
The Virgin Mary and her babe,
his manger swamped, sought shelter
but were turned away – there was
No Room
for them in this hotel
Australia – their Bethlehem –
to be among the counted.

Three magi crossed on that silent night
to greet the mother and her child.
There was
No Star
to guide,
all lights turned off to signal
No One
was home.
They returned –
their gifts unopened.

In thesauri, politicians searched for words
to name the virgin and her child and finding
No Match
for homeless, uncitizened or displaced
numbered them.

No Bells
on earth rang.
No Angels
in heaven sang.
All the souls on earth needed
No Voice
For there would be
No Rejoicing.

I saw three ships.

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About Robyne Young

Writer, creative writing teacher, editor, columnist. Literary lover. Short story collections, The Only Constant and The Basket and the Briefcase available via website.
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  1. Pingback: Just because I didn’t post about it, doesn’t mean it didn’t happen | Robyne with an 'e'

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