1 | 2

 

Sacrament

 

My village’s only common property

is a single pistachio tree

that belongs in a nursing home

but we give her twenty-four-hour care

in the spot in which she has always stood

 

We live on a diet of thistle stems

and burdock roots

and thus we have all begun

to hallucinate

 

The children are dead or dying

but we see them playing

 

A pistachio is a sacrament

The shell His body

the nut His blood

 

 

 

Contents | Previous Author | Next Author | About this Author