Take each offering on your tongue –
. resist the urge to bite. Copper
. dissolves first, leaves rust-coloured streaks
. across your teeth,
your gum lines; the silver cleanses
. the bloodstream, moonlight reflected
. in the basin pool it leaves; gold,
. most precious of
metals, reveals the currency
. of holy men, conducts wealth, heat,
. business as usual, breaks down
. quickly to dust.
Hands cupped, communion altar
stretched out to claim peace, wafer thin
as plastic sheets, cardboard. The night
walks past unphased.
Christopher James is an emerging poet from Birmingham. His work has previously been published in Lumpen Journal, and discusses issues of class, upbringing, and urban environments. He currently co-edits The Utopia Project, a political arts and literature magazine.