By Pavel Chichikov
My Lord's not mine to give or take
No cup of wine or loaf to bake
A semblance which demands no sense
To offer up in recompense
Flesh and Blood transfigure those
Who eat their faith in bloody clothes
Changed themselves as He before
Transfigured flesh on Mount Tavor
Though God is bread and wine we keep
To mingle in the flesh He fed
They drink their own blood in the cup
Who eat their own flesh in the bread
(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at http://www.greyowlpress.com.)
