Femme Fatalities: 14. r 6
“My son, the Flesh & Blood King.”
Why me
(at Communion)
am I
the only one
who combines
the Host & Wine in One
within my cup:
there
nestled in my palm
the limpid pool shimmers
in rhythm
to my heartbeat while
the Host (as of old)
absorbs the winedark blood
so that saturated, it sinks beneath the Cleansing Flood
and I am me no more;
I sup and He and I Are— One again
the way it used to be.
Carl A. Winderl is professor of English at Eastern Nazarene College.
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