Could this also be a question of nature versus nuture? (see Claude Levi-Strauss's 'The Raw and Cooked'...... Such pedantry aside, this poem evokes in me a feeling of mystery or the uncanny that I sometimes get when I contemplate nautre. Thanks for sharing.
More food for thought from R.H.. Isn't it ironic that Christmas time, which is supposed to be a time of family celebration, is also the time when family stresses (the discrepancy between the ideal and the real) , become most apparent? Or, that it is a time when we celebrate the mythico-religious typology of the 'miraculous birth', when in the ancient world infanticide was as prevalent as abortion is in ours (if not more so) ?
Another poem of disillusionment... Like Lear on the heath, the passage between illusion and reality is madness. Reading your stuff is always worthwhile... and enjoyable; viz., provocative in the imagery, usage and analogies you employ. Me thinks you're going to have a hey day with 'Dubya' if you ever get around to him. Thanks for sharing Rich.