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By Their Works

By Their Works

Who cleaned up the Last Supper?
These would be my people.
Maybe hung over, wanting
Desperately a better job,
Standing with rags
In hand as the window
Beckons with hills
Of yellow grass. In Da Vinci,
The blue robed apostle
Gesturing at Christ
Is saying, give Him the check.
What a mess they’ve made
Of their faith. My God
Would put a busboy
On earth to roam
Among the waiters
And remind them to share
Their tips. The woman
Who finished one
Half eaten olive
And scooped the rest
Into her pockets,
Walked her tiny pride home
To children who looked
At her smile and saw
The salvation of a meal.
All that week
At work she ignored
Customers who talked
Of Rome and silk
And crucifixions,
Though she couldn’t stop
Thinking of this man
Who said thank you
Each time she filled
His glass.



Poem By Their Works - Bob Hicok