what are these days
these deaths,these wilted flowers
these hatreds,this disgust,these revulsions
derided and desecrated/this debris of misplaced passions.betrayals
we drank wine and had bread
we drank blood and shared flesh
what is this eucharist/this thanksgiving/for thirty pieces of silver/comes the quisling kiss of judas/the barter of faith
i live in these times
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