the host

the host, is it a car for the almighty
or the host, is it the guy taking your coat
or the host, is it johnny or jay or
colin, behind a desk, cracking a joke
???

the host a large group
all the faeries and sprites
all the angels and rebels
the vast crowd
others of us and you and
myself before and after
we breath and speak
that audience that doesn't hear
me that ocean of recognition
eating, shitting, fucking
killing each other
itself

and the melody lingers on
it is its theme its meme its
leitmotif trundling
notes always the overture
never the coda

the host overwhelms us all
becoming a transient memory
briefly on the tongue
his flesh or Her's
my flesh or your's

consumed

Brought about by that discussion about whether it is possible to desecrate a cracker, because someone believes that it has been magically changed into the flesh of the man-god. Although I do not believe in the magic that way, I do actually believe it is possible for the physical symbol of the host to embody all the human consciousness that has ever existed and that will ever exist. This is the function of symbological thought. And it truly is a kind of magic, though not what the Pope would like it to be. Memory is the true act of magical being.