when your body is bent in prayer
and your hands tremble with righteousness
I can fill the belly of your need,
but can you contain me?
do you have the arms to wrap me in
silence, can you break the fingers of memory
and give me the smallest
peace to blind me to my past?
do you know a trick to kill the dead?
I am be the bread and blood,
corporeal and unrelenting,
I will eat your loneliness
but what will you have
when I am gone
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