Gabriel Would Clobber Me
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The Catholics are against me. Bread and wine
Are meat and blood I dare not swallow since
My “soul” is not a cannibal. Divine
They are, but human. Sacred makes me wince
In transubstantiated Mass. That blood
Is not for me. My “soul” is not a priest
So I’m forbidden. Christ would be a thud
For me if drunk. His bread abhorring yeast
Would be my poison, holiness a tomb.
This covenantal ark would kill my “soul.”
Its deathliness would strangle in my womb
All sinless hope. Damnation would be whole.
Two angels gaze unflinchingly. They stare
Across the ark. Their nakedness they wear.
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