Of course you cannot bear the blood

Of course you cannot bear the blood.  The snow
At least if cold is clean.  Though winter threats
Are real, it seems as if the manger show
Has saved the baby, for a while.  The treats

And gifts have calmed you down.  Perhaps no blood
Is needed now.  The soldiers do not come
Again for many months.  And you will flood
Your fears until they drown and squelch the drum

Of heartbeats.  Rock the cradle, sing lul-ly,
Lul-lay, sometimes you cannot hear the beat
At all.  The hum occludes reality,
So hum and feel the falling snow.  No threat.

But I like Mary ponder in my heart.
I keep these things and ponder blood: lost art.