True Food, True Drink

By Andrew R. Duckworth

“Well, if it’s just a symbol, to hell with it.”

— Flannery O’Connor

They wouldn’t accept and turned away-
True food, true drink.
Why wouldn’t they come to the table?
The table was hard,
Solid like a wall.
He told us to feast-
A message to the west and the east
Like arms stretched out in sacrifice-
In embrace-
Eat this bread, drink this cup.
On the last day, be lifted up.