The Very Last Supper

Spread before me the last supper

menu items bread, wine a dance with Mary,

a man with a camera,

tape recorder and a burly guard with handcuffs.

I have done unto the poor, to the least of these,

what I couldn’t do for you.

Say cheese and snap a picture,

a still photo landscape of what’s left.

I fear that God and number forty-five

have brought about the apocalypse

minus one percent.