The sublime Body
The untainted Flesh
The Model of models
Complete prototype
S h r e d d e d, now torn in my hand.
I wielded the hammer, the spike
Too, I thrust sword in His side
He was hanging, pierced through, fully poured out! and gone...
Walking away, wondering how was I so swept into the fervor?
Why did I do what I did?
And now I cradle the Crust, the Cup
In my cannibal hand
In my mind's eye I replay His death
I hold It up, I proclaim His death
On my tongue I taste and savor It
Flesh. Blood.
With giving thanks
WMS
