Last supper

I sat down at the end of a long table,
reminiscent of the last supper. A collection
of savouries, and a splatter of tea cups prominard.

Wherefore are you my lovely?
Gone with the wind in your hair, your love
a red rose as pure as a lily. Recoil, hold,
softly folds. times the last...

whisker of conversation, slightly uncomfortable
a sunday school class reunion. "Have a sand witch!"
Smile, nod, notice the wail of the child behind the taut lines of the eye.

The couples are mostly gone now,the singles clued, glued, to their age and sex -
in childlike clutters chin grin mutantly over their teeth.
The choir fllls the hall with tamed music, and reluctantly we lift above the life we know...

(unfinished)