From If I Take You Here
Something broken grates underfoot.
Chilled, with my hands in raincoat pockets,
I study the Last Supper
my family discarded.
Disciples hold their sudden gestures—
fist on money bag, a finger pointing.
Tender flesh of a palm
is offered up.
Something broken grates underfoot.
Chilled, with my hands in raincoat pockets,
I study the Last Supper
my family discarded.
Disciples hold their sudden gestures—
fist on money bag, a finger pointing.
Tender flesh of a palm
is offered up.
From If I Take You Here,
Adastra Press, 2011
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