Communion

I wrote this poem after service on sunday. I walked into the bathroom and saw the grape juice in the sink, I LOVED the imagery. peace.

COMMUNION

Jesus lives in the bathroom sink
at Christ church of the Deaf.
Sunday I watched him drip down
the porcelain towards the drain
infiltrating every vein of our sewer system.

Catholics drink and wipe
drink again wipe again
until jesus is devoured.

We dump him down the drain.

Chalice raised high
Prayers signed in remembrance
“This is Christ’s blood shed for you”
Catch it quick
before it sloshes in the sink
and you have to wait until next month,
or rip a piece of the body
and scrape it along the bowl
and taste body and blood and soap,
How appropriate.

Thank God
Jesus doesn’t live in the toilet.

Or does he?
Jesus lives in the toilet on Payson street
where mothers don’t
speak the language of their children.
Jesus lives in the toilet of isolation
The Deaf feel in prison.
Jesus lives.

In the sink at Christ church of Deaf,
in our throats
in our hands
we rip him apart,
drink him in then dump him out
into the sewer system
to continue ministry