On the First Good Friday, Judas Receives Communion

He finds Him up on Golgotha:

the Son of God, nailed to

a charcuterie board —

at first, he holds out

his hands and waits for

a flake of toasted skin

to fall into his palms —

but the first bite only

stokes his sinful hunger.

Soon, he is breaking bread

and biscuits off of His limbs,

digging chunks of manchego

and goat cheese out His skull,

sticking his tongue into His

open side and getting himself

drunk on endless wine, amen,

just last night he baked a kiss

into the cheek of this carcass

when he should’ve pulped its

ribcage and slurped up whatever

forgiveness came spilling out instead —

and then there is nothing left to eat.

What to do when his appetite now

unlatches his jaw like thirty pounds

of molten silver? What else, but

to gape at the empty board,

all skewers and splinters and

spreading knives, then

swallow —