Rip the bread, chew it's salty body
meant to nourish my soul.
Instinctively, I gag on it's dry dust;
Reflexively tongue and teeth and
saliva, reduce it to pulp;
Life's remains.
It isn't what I expected, this life.
I anticipated more appreciative
words, more sweet with a touch
of tart to savor.
My mouth craves the wine's soothing
flow to wash away the presence.
I tip the cup, swallow the acid dregs
and involuntarily grimace.
