I am not standing in the line of a church buffet
forgetting to eat I walk past the mashed potatoes
that the elder delivered to the table
Some eat and are poisoned by the free dinner
hospitalized and dying this year
it is not good for holiday business
The body of Christ is walking around
a leg here a nose an eye
the organs directing themselves
Does the nose thank the eye for seeing?
What can the fingertips feel that the ears
are forever longing for?
The skin most precious container
holding the outer remnants together
rising and falling with breath
How many followers left when Christ said
“unless you eat of my flesh
and drink of my blood”?
They were not ready to consume Him.