My Last Supper Poem by khoirun niam

My Last Supper



Last supper
Last supper
a full plate of fried rice
an omelette top on it
and a glass of fresh water
that night
no talk
no laugh
no sound I heard
just spoon and fork
sound
and a rain fall
in heavy at the darkest night
(o8o5o6)

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