και ἠτοιμασαν το πασχα Luke 22:13
Darkness like the hovering wings
of a waiting bird of prey
shadows the kneeling figure
whose tears stain the ground like blood.
The feast of freed slaves has arrived;
they make ready the passover:
sweep the large room, set the low tables;
the lamb is ready to be butchered.
The angel of death broods
upon the face of history:
wine is spilt; bread roughly torn;
coins change hands. Chaos is come again.
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