Soup

More than one fly

Waiter

Service here is terrible

I’ll have a little worship

Cannibals

The moral highground

They’re not fighting

They’re just hungry

 

Cannibals

Cause of death

Soup bones

Gratitude

Super, natural

 

Soup bones

Cannibals

Soon to be soup bones

The impulse for worship

Waiter

                                           The Way of Common Prayer

 

December 24:         Stars of midnight

                                    Firm in the heavens

                                    The constancy of the sun

                                    Rising

                                    Go forth in peace and light

 

December 25:         Amid shouts of joy

                                    The sound of trumpets

                                    Shake the mountain

                                    All witnesses, all light, all life

                                    All a gift, all renewing

 

December 26:         Heaven—thrown open

                                    Stand firm

                                    In the face of rocks

                                    Another face—

                                    Grace eternal, Love infinite

 

December 27:         Running towards the tomb

                                    Joy to share

                                    This life unseen—joy

                                    Complete

                                    Face unshrouded

I knew

And yet did not believe

The time has passed 

Opposition defines me

I seek out only to harm

I knew

And yet did not believe

The time has passed

We can choke on the ashes

No sacrifice offered

And we could believe

 

Nearness and more freedom

No nearness and more freedom

I remind myself 

My hands are clean

 

Wolfman

Tucked in to a bowl

Soup in his teeth