纯英文诗词Last Supper作者Charles Wright

Last Supper

by Charles Wright

I seem to have come to the end of something， but don‘t know what，Full moon blood orange just over the top of the redbud tree.

Maundy Thursday tomorrow，then Good Friday， then Easter in full drag，Dogwood blossoms like little crosses All down the street，lilies and jonquils bowing their mitred heads.

Perhaps it‘s a sentimentality about such fey things，But I don’t think so. One knows There is no end to the other world，no matter where it is.

In the event， a reliquary evening for sure，The bones in their tiny boxes， rosettes under glass.

Or maybe it‘s just the way the snow fell a couple of days ago，So white on the white snowdrops.

As our fathers were bold to tell us，it‘s either eat or be eaten.

Spring in its starched bib，Winter‘s cutlery in its hands. Cold grace. Slice and fork

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