eucharist

the heart is not the altar
is not the pulse is not the blood.
the veins are not the laps
around the flesh around the love.
and the peace can understand you
even if you can't.
the peace is not the virtue
is not the end is not the lamp.
the folly of the fire nears
the beacon brighter for the fear
the hobbled hope costed dear
and left us blackened hearts.