“COMMUNION”

Saliva and stomach juice
cannot comprehend
symbolism.
Nor can the cells
of your intestines,
mashing our mud.
I know you believe
when you eat of His Body
and drink of His Blood
that you, along with Divinity,
are cleansed, transformed,
and joined with eternity.
But the enzymes of your gut
will never treat these morsels
any different than they would
grape jelly on white bread.
In the end, we digest what’s good,
waste becomes bile, and
it all comes out as crap,
flushed away, merciless.

narrative poem written on 12-18-2011 by: on mattkane.com
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