Jacques C. Earley


The Meal - Poem by Jacques C. Earley

The Meal

They sit at the table
………13 entwined_
Telling of the future
…… only One could see the sign

A secret betrayal
……..a traitor would rise_
the name of the HOLY
An unforgivable lie.

Holding Grail in his hands
The Lion gives blessings to all….
This meal where they partake and will always recall.

Filled to the brim their goblets of wine
For this the occasion…
The last time they would dine.

Jacques C. Earley © 2001


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 19, 2008


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