Text of poem - Epiphany. Three kings? Not even one any more. Royalty has gone to ground, its journeyings over. Who now will bring gifts and to what place? In the manger there are only the toys and the tinsel. The child has become a man. Far off from his cross in the wrong season he sits at table with us with on his head the fool's cap of our paper money.
‘Epiphany’ - #RSThomas
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