Communion – a poem by Christopher James

Communion

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.

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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.

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