Jesus, Made of Crackers.

He that eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, dwelleth in me, and I in him. - John 6.

The priest commands me to kneel.
Eager, I open my mouth wide.
He places it on my tongue.
Salty.
I swallow.
The wine.
The love.
The shame.
The fear.
The guilt.
The excitement.
Of what this man does to me.
He has made me a cannibal.