The Last Supper

At the beginning

Of every new day

His meal is uncertain

Where would his meal lie?

Just take what he gets

Beggars must not be

Choosers

For the day he will

Search in every bin

Until he gets what’s

As needful as the sun

Like a dog he is

A predator on

His prey,

The trash

Clawing rubbish with

Talons of an eagle

Getting his only

Good meal for the day

He sits by the roadside

The sidewalk is his

Dining room

Table

Sitting with family

His own disciples

During the meal he takes

The bread remembering

Mass every Sunday

And the teaching that

Jesus blessed the bread,

Broke it and gave it

To his disciples

Saying

“This is my body,

Which will be given

Up for you, do this in

Memory

Of me”

He eats the bread with

His disciples the beggars

Like himself

He gets some water

To drink and in the

Same way he remembers

Mass every Sunday

And the teaching that

When supper was ended

Jesus took a cup

Saying, “This is the

Cup of my blood, the

Blood of the new

Covenant

It will be shed

For you and for all so

That sins may be

Forgiven”

He drinks the water

His wine with his

Disciples the

Beggars like

Himself

Again remembering

Mass every Sunday

And the teaching that

Jesus said, “The man

Who is going to

Betray me is sitting

Here at the table

With me

I shall be handed

Over as it was

Foretold that I should be

But alas for the

Man who betrays me”

A beggar like

Himself will betray him

That disciple will

Bring death upon him

Like Judas betrayed

Jesus

One beggar

Will betray

Another

By eating the last

Piece of bread

Not leaving for his

Brother for tomorrow

So he will die

For starvation

Will be like death

Today

Is his

Last supper

His

Last supper