My poem, “Communion” appeared in Phati’tude, Vol. 3, No. 3, Fall, 2011: Bridging the Cultural Divide: Remembering September 11th.


They lift bread as an offering

But really it is the body

            of their loved one

that now sounds hollow

            as a loaf of bread

tapped with the fingers

They raise bread

and all the time

they are lifting the love

that can never be replaced

The blue sky is an insult to their sorrow

but they long to remember

when they laughed

            oblivious as children

and tore the bread

and ate it