O Sacrum Convivum
Chink of green glass ‘chin-chin’ under
mosquito-hive canopy, and the sky above
is just really big. We have a clear dusk.
Sip the Jesus juice and sit in silence
for the sacrament.
Dona nobis pacem
It was all terribly grim and modern.
filthy air pushes into eyes and ears
It should be fine, I think.
We slip into the yawning nothing and she promises me that things are about to get freaky.
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