The Heretic

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.
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.