My Cup My Bread Poem by David Er

The nails cut deep, the body speechless and broke, his hair dripping with cold sweat, and blood, so much blood, and he cries, this is my cup and this is my bread, and this is my recital and you my lovers and friends.The thunder snaps, the fugitives hide, and the devil laughs and drinks more wine, still the man on the cross prays, this is my bread and this is my wine, and this is my recital.the nails cut deep, the body speechless and bent, and his hair dripping in sweat and blood, so much blood.and a new beginning that leaves some people lost and afraid.