No bread in Eden, where abundant fruit
grew round with rainfall, warmed with sunlight’s kiss;
until we poured our poison, sliced the root
that anchored us to an eternal bliss.
We caused the condemnation, drew a curse
consigning us to sweat for daily bread.
Thus food became a sign of sin and worse:
a sign that we were living, now are dead.
So you who hunger for the Bread of Life
and go to church, familiar with the moves;
perhaps related to the vicar’s wife;
who’ve read theology and what it proves:
to make Christ truly present, go and share
a sandwich with a beggar, if you dare!
31 May 2018