Flycatcher

Fall Eucharist
 
The sun is on my tongue.
Like a communion wafer
an entire season
disintegrates in my mouth.
 
Take, eat, this
is my body.
 
At noon, I will burn.
In the evening, I will shiver.
 
All the while, it is raining leaves.
 
This is my blood.
 
The cock crows three times.
 
Summer has undressed.
Give thanks for her
as plants wither and fall,
unleavened.