The Last Lunch
Graduation, not crucifixion, is the reason
why: Our high school senior has nailed
the College Boards and is ready for Ascension. In
three months time, in some cafeteria, he’ll be
sitting on the right side of a burning pillar
of library books. Seems like only yesterday he
was still at Nazareth Elementary.
One hummus and cheese sandwich on spelt bread
One Florida navel orange
One small bag of Mister Munchies sea salt & vinegar
potato chips
One juice box (pink lemonade)
And for dessert, one Nature Valley granola bar, with chocolate
and pomegranate.
Then all this is hidden in a brown paper bag, to
be anonymously eaten by the whole class
of miraculous martyrs. Save us soon, you sheep and
shepherds, fatten up and lead us to the first
real feast.