The warm day of April solemnity gathered on a plot of land,
in a framework of steel and fleshy tables and chairs
Books were opened and tongues stayed as bread broke,
and His heart burst from heaven weight
Bless and sanctified, God's finger ran its course over our dim crowns
My face, Ryan's eyes, and an anonymous girl enjoyed a ray here,
and a piece there
[Written 13 April 2008]
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