Savoir” - Cressida Blake Roe

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at the altar you break me OLNHZDIHUVÁHVKVSOLW DQGFRQVXPHGDVDFULÀFH not of want but of need.

slow regret and despair as I rise, dripping red, from the chalice of your mockery. the bitter draught of poison VWDLQVWKHSXULW\RIYLUJLQVDFULÀFHV

open your mouth: digest me. taste the old wine just poured from the new skins. at this Eucharist, we lie about whose body, whose blood drips across the tongue and teeth of the late-coming worshipper.

o saviour, saviour, forgive us when we have sinned, for we know what it is we are doing.