The Bread

Let me be the bread that rests within your belly

Offering you sustenance that gives you your life

Let me burst your knowledge with wisdom of a sensei

Pushing, pulling, tugging, grueling like a midwife

Let me pulse through your veins as a shibboleth

Quenching your thirst from emotionally arid plane

“Out, out brief candle”, quoting your enemy’s breath

Let me protect your soul, warm your hands again