Sunday 25 September 2022

mine host

 mine host


masticate the words

you mealy mouthed

leaven the bread 

that slices into minds

fill the sarnis

with life’s hors d'oeuvres

the last supper

would you know if it was

until after the words had turned

the wine to blood

the host to poem

so long be true

adieu crumbs 

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