Last Supper

He emptied our cup

Of tomorrow’s blood eyed sorrow,

Christened to sup

Under dusk’s bruised halo,

The feast of slaughtered Lamb

Spoilt to a burnt upset,

As the pulpy fat of sacrifice

Boiled up infinite love

In the punishing seizures

Of jealous flame.

The line began to blur

(Scrawled by invisible hands)

And a crucified chalk body outline

Added martyr and menace,

To the pastoral hideaway

Choked by thorny breach.

The betraying kiss,

A spear of nettle

Through royal hyacinth.