Having tasted flesh
Can’t quite mesh
The holy sound
Of spirit found
In dying death
With every breath
Of radical surge
And ethnic purge
Twisted word
Mentality scourge
Bless this meet to grace the table
Watch the flood of human blood
All Pain and Cable
Carol Toebe Whiting
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-disunion-spirit-perplexed/
