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| Wednesday, June 21, 2006


Now on this table
The sunlight in every cranny of the bread
Shining on the juice, the blood of grapes
The blood of God
Heaven is joined to earth
Every time
The wine was poured
In chalices
or seed spilled forth
In sighs from longing cocks
There was the incarnation
Here is the miracle:
That when there are eyes to see it
When what slept inside awakens
Then he walks across the
Sinai in a pillar of cloud
Then she marches with her trumpets
In a bolt of fire
Then the sharpest desire that licks the dormant
Body
Then the blood
And then the body
And the bread
The book you read
The last thing you fed on
Has gone
Through its transubstantiation