Sport 24: Summer 2000
Hunger
Hunger
Before I met you
we (not you and I)
sat in a Catholic chapel
writing.
I looked around and saw
that at one station
or another, Jesus fell
and saw his mother
and fell again.
Such intimate details,
I thought—
falling over and mothers—
then I felt hungry,
Jesus, I thought,
I'm hungry. I could
eat you up.
But if I ever open my mouth
for the wafer,
it will be in grateful knowledge
that it was made by
IHC clients down at
St Vincent de Paul's.
I will not be reborn
or cleansed, just a bit
happier.
And I'll think, how savage
how panoramic
how big
this little life is.