Supper
The hungry world
stubbornly starves
never tasting
God
once.
Come.
Sit.
Consume God
slowly.
With the last crust
of bread,
mop
every drop.
Lick
each finger
clean.
Leave not a crumb
when dawn breaks.
Full at last,
giddy with wine,
ask,
Who has eaten
Whom?
By: Ivan Granger
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