National Poetry Month’s Poem-A-Day 30-Day Challenge: Day 10
CUP HOLDER
(Maundy Thursday)
Your scandalous infamous “drink my blood”
befuddled those who followed at a distance,
but these at the table, these you had laughed with,
and slept with, sometimes in the middle of the desert
under star-blanket or inclement weather,
these ones who’d heard you explaining the riddles,
these, who you now told be sure to remember
this moment, remember it after the chaos
and into years later, when they’d have grown older
and facing their dark nights: remember the bread,
remember the cup, remember the death
of the cryptic cup holder.