Metabolism (poem)

Between my thumbs and index fingers
I held
the Body of Christ
and with T.P. and K.O.
I broke it
For us
cleanly, quietly,
ambidextrously
It chewed like a cookie
of all things
placed into our hands

It looked like an empty coffin
And tasted like the fire of a billion burning
silver leaves
that are not consumed.


Written in 2012 after attending a Love Feast at a Church of the Brethren.