Communion of Saints

Communion of Saints

I see god Brahma on his throne of lotus,

and all the seers and serpents of light.

Kneeling seems hard, and our shoulders

pulsate. Won't our Lord persuade his

priest to read faster? Now he sings,

comes to the part where the host surges,

where blood makes a brief appearance,

     and all of us remain bowed till

     a wafer crosses the borders

of our selves. Behind him, the altar

transforms, too, to a kitchen table,

     and our parents gather round,

     mimicking us then showering

us with rice and water and salt.

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