Flesh Feast
Jesus said it first
from the vantage of the Cross
'Eat my flesh
drink my blood
live though I be lost'
Three Spanish sailors
of his Catholic majesty
lost in a life boat
on the blue eternity of the sea
Sworn to be blood brothers
shorn of all they've known
ten weeks since the tempest
sank their great ship like a stone
wind cuts the flesh
sun fries the skin
hunger gnaws them
to the bone
'Will we ever eat again
My friend?'
He fell on Good Friday
of the three he was the least
we ate of him on Sunday
the of our Lord's Feast
two starving sailors
beneath a bloody sky
watching each other
with hopeful, hungry eye
to die
On the vastness of the sea
probe the deepest mystery
of their Christianity
I eat You or You eat Me
I killed my brothers
gnawed upon their bones
still I am dying
and never will see home
begging forgiveness
from a set of skulls
the waters pull me down now
to where my master dwells
Seven Hells
On the vastness of the sea
probe the deepest mystery
of their Christianity
I eat You or You eat Me
