To get away from the multitudes
the man called Bread
withdraws to the hills.
Having eaten their fill,
the crowd still wants more.
They intend to make him king,
to claim him as their hero-leader;
that he might feed them when they are hungry,
heal them when they are sick,
and deliver them victory over their enemies.
Instead he gives them a handful of words:
crumbs of bread to fill them with hope,
and morsels of love to overcome their fears.
Then he offers them platters
laden with small parcels of his own strange life;
topped with generously with sacrifice.
None of these dishes will prove sufficient
to satisfy the imagined hungers of the crowd.
©
Ken Rookes 2015
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