The magi descend out of the clouds,
The orderly receives the casket.

 What is in the box so carefully wrapped?
Sweet meats,
The heart of a little boy
     to keep a little girl alive.
A cross for an ID
To carry all her days,
Reminding her
     when she twists the ring on her finger,
He is here
Whispering in her heart -
      “It’s not fair
       that you manipulate me thus.”
But the gift has been
And the magi go.

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