The Eucharist is a Metaphor for Honest Conversation
A Sonnet
Sing the old song of Socratic union
Who drank his own coughing blood in hemlock
with youth at table for his communion
While sophist angels usurp the hymn loft.
They pit thinker against the carpenter
Even though they both lived their fulfilled lives.
Yet blind faith bleeds red, an affront to her
Who stayed a virgin while her baby cries.
Her son feeds himself to …