After The Last Supper Poem by Frank Avon
After The Last Supper
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.'
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: eternity
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Last three lines quoted from Charles Wright's 'Last Supper, ' upon which this is based.
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