No one saw any lights
when I was born.
No comet pierced through the heavens.
No angels consoled my mother
during her
painful throes.
No wise men came bearing gifts.
No mysterious passers-by took out my heart
and washed
it in thawed out ice.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happened
when I was born.
Mine indeed was a normal birth.
A very normal birth.
And so will, I hope, my death be.
For the world
has had enough
with all
that is holy
and miraculous.