Evergreen Dalek


The Christmas Tree waits patiently on the back porch;
Lurking beside the door;
Branches still pointed and ready;
Like an Evergreen Dalek, accusing.

“You have failed, homeowner!”
I imagine the grating mechanical voice;
“It is nearly February, and…”
With pitch and insanity rising…
“you have not been able to exterminate me!”

I turn off the porch light;
I close the door and turn away;
I mutter “Tomorrow..”
“I will deal with you Tomorrow.”