Asperagus

On her most precious crystal  plate

mother carried them in on Sundays

Asperagus

deilicious, mouth-watering food

from the tables of the Serafim and the Cherubim

Rolled in slices of ham, sometimes

twined met parsley

but always with a crown

of eggs cut in halves

& sprankled with buttersauce

“Thy kingdom  come… ! ”

w prayed devoutly

“Especially in our embonpoints…”

And slurping

we imagined our selves to be on Easter morning

in the garden of Resurrecti on

deep kissing

as Mary Magdalene once did

the, oh, so pallid rib cage of our risen Lord