The Twelfth Day of Christmas

Three kings oriented themselves in the obscurity of the frigid evening tree shadows
Waiting for a pigeon to mark himself as a carrier of credit cards, telephones, and myrrh
Grinning they hustled, unlit, across the coronally tagged bridge and lagged close until the spark was shot.

If only they had no arms I would have not granted gifts of three.

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