Saturday, August 13, 2005

The Blood From the Vines

The golden brass goblet with amethyst stones

Blessed by the Pope in Thailand and Rome

Yields of the grapes, jellied to wine

Bruised by the fingers of humankind

Mournfully plucked from its fibrous stems

Purporting of blood, a sacrament to men

Stained on the lips of all who partake

A cleansing of sins of the human race

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