Corpus Christi Poem by RIC BASTASA

The flesh that i ate
comes from the bruised
and wounded body of the
man who died for me

the blood that i drink
tastes bitter with the
gall and soured with
vinegar as sharp as the
spear that hit the side
of my God,

now i shall swallow
all suffering now i shall
drink bitterness now shall i
be enlightened about the
real meaning of
my own Christianity,

now is the purification of
my soul
as the body shall finally
give back
what it has made me love
and feel.