Mag 117

For Magpie Tales, rough draft.  I think I'll call it "Fisher King."

knife, bowl, cloth

creased from disuse

grubby faces like cherubs' heads

await the miraculous

cure

sacred instruments

(sword, grail, shroud)

each planted

upon the altar

clouds rumble but do not

break fast

objects scattered

before the glacier-time

have been gathered

to table

who will draw first

the chalice to chapped lips?

drink?

seeds burst

juices flow

the waste land holds

its breath

Paul Gauguin, The Meal

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