Last Supper

How could they, in His presence, eat a thing
or swill their wine? One thought how, if at all,
he would escape the weight of guilt. The King
of kings spoke gently, quietly cast His eyes
from plate to glass, and He regarded the wall
on which a devastating shadow rose

and took a shape that only He could know.
The revelers went on eating, ignorant
of Death upon the door, and even's glow
that shone red with the holy blood of God;
nor could they hear the angels' keen lament
for men who in that Name would drown in blood.