thousands left at the thought
of eating body like bread
and drinking
blood— forbidden they shout
walk away
will you go also
but where would they go
when the answers
were more than metaphors
serve for us the bread and wine
let us feast
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dVerse quadrille prompt on WiNE
Come in from the garden
through the back door
a few steps up
there is grandmother’s kitchen
big room with a huge farmhouse
table and there she
kneads dough
her loose white skin
moving with each punch
Some loaves are already in the oven
the yeasty smell fills the house
baked in the old gas oven
until grandmother knows
exactly when to take it out
slices and serves with strawberry jam
to waiting grandchildren
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