The Last Supper by Nicole Assenza “When there’s something you can’t do, You put it in my hands, you hear?’ Candle-beady black eyes on Every-one with their guns-- a bee-hive buzzin’ With their sawed-off nervous grins Bloodwine was on the table Soul appetites were wetted Saintly mouths redded No hell can enter the room— The biggest and best Crucifix is here The first and the freshest Aged a good 30— No imitations here For you and your Thirteen (closest of friends) Sad thing about John though— By this hour he’d already lost his head Every-one with their sad drunken grins— And their lips were wine red Sad thing though— It was like humoring a mad man They way he would talk About “remember my birthday” Now I’ve got to run— But perhaps my soul you’ll save for me (I’ll be right back, I heard you said) “I wanna be the big old black bird,” With a smile Mississippi wide --“in your shepherd’s pie” Talking to no one 12/15/2006 Posted on 12/16/2006 Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/16/06 at 04:17 PM A thought provoking take on The Last Supper. Stanza 4 is terrific. Posted by Shirin Swift on 12/16/06 at 08:16 PM This is really excellent, captures sense of everyone talking at once, vivid dialogue, the last supper from an anachronistic, contemporary perspective, much irony is seeded here, "sawed-off nervous grins", solid, unique images. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)