Just before
the end—whatever
was it?
a crusty Polonius-Judas
confided
so readily—
to the doughy old mom
and the oily
stepfather—of a
poor and un-
interestingly strung-
out young Jesus
Christ-Hamlet figure?
Something
about how—leavening
is the soul of bread,
and though
the kid's last
supper may have
been done a little faster—
sadly,
it was over
all the sooner for it;
and there was still just
so much—
method in it
that it
was hardly satisfying—let alone
worth it.
