We call it communion.
I'm not sure why.
The Church Fathers
gave us flesh and blood,
live flesh, real blood.
'This is my body, '
they said.
'This is my blood.'
We call it Communion,
live and die.
'One knows
There is no end to the other world,
no matter where it is.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem