With the Last Supper finished and the waiter
Ready to clear, Christ took a loaf of bread,
Blessed it, then fed it to the already fed,
Making each eater a communicator.
He even gave some to his darling traitor,
Proving his mood was rosy, not yet red
(Judas Iscariot, who lost his head
And went to play at swings a little later).
But, friendly as he was, the Master knew
His passion hour was coming, hot and hellish,
So made a good confession, to embellish
His church with not one sacrament but two.
There then remained one holy thing to do -
To eat himself, with little or no relish.