Holy Grail

He holds his holy hands
out in front of himself,
showing me the frayed palms.
Silently he sings
the fullness
of his pain.

I cannot respond
to thirst,
yearning to catch the pooling blood
in the cup of my hands
and carry it to my lips.

I wonder if someday
it will not feel
like a martyrdom
just to have this –
just to have a

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