he is the cloaked stranger, he walks around
with a Big Gulp cup full of souls.
wind picks up, and is chilly.
a long time ago, we toasted
clear glasses of stained words. my Love,
Belief curled
a sprawled banana peel
on the ground.
it was not until I
took a bite out of the bread
it crumbled, cleaned the earth,
exhaled dust from
ribs wide as a cathedral.
light through mosaic windows,
crayon lines drawn
by a child. then why couldn’t I see
wasn’t I Mary Magdalene?
but when I saw, it was
I looked
through foggy eyes.
take and receive, purgatory groans
hungry for your body.
what is that blood?
it really is vintage, quenching thirst.
raise your chalice!
offer silent sips…
gargoyles and jackals,
she refused to believe.
that Faith, it bent into shape
skinned to the flesh by someone’s hands;
Faith curled
a sprawled banana peel
on the ground.
but i knelt and picked up
what i found.
