The First Supper by Franz Wright

The First Supper

Death, heaven, bread, breath and the sea

here

to scare me

But I too will be fed by

the other food

that I know nothing

of, the breath

the death

the sea of

  it

Day

when the almond does not

blossom and the grasshopper drags itself along

But if You can make a star from nothing You can raise me up