Fraction

The crack of the communion host
like a whip, like bone,
like the click of handcuffs;
how far we have roamed
from the upper room:
warm bread softly torn,
love-fuelled bodies, blood
fired by passion’s wine.

You come to us unnoticed,
gathering crumbs beneath the table,
trying to piece back together
those whom we have broken

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