The Pageantry of the Soil
From the sacred station
Of the Passover
Generations perpetuate the
Rite of the dust
Multiplying at rates
Beyond the realm of reason
… the mystery of the yeast
This isn’t just a scriptural tradition
Neither a post-heroism dance
It’s the wine again in transubstantiation
O, the heightening romance
With the Eucharist
Now is our feast of common
Destiny
The celebration of everyone’s winter
For no one escapes tragedy
Of silence
And the finality
Of the soil.