The bread is stacked like the deck against Him.
The “wine” is fine (for an eight year old.)
They have been sold a bill of goods
that if they are as good as gold,
they will inherit the earth…
or the Kingdom of God…
or grandfather’s pocket watch
wrapped in a swatch of his old flannel.
This unholy Eucharist blessed
with peanut butter and jelly;
they’ll get their fill until
He is either denied or betrayed,
or hung out to dry with a loud cry:
Father forgive them, they have no clue!
Photo by David Ligare
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016