Fraction Rite

Fraction Rite

In the depths of despair with dyed-green hair.

Backwashed bread floats in the fluid-filled womb.

Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.

"And that one who would toss her pretty mane

And say, 'It's just like coming home again.'"

Here is home, in my mouth, like mother's milk.

Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.

"Blown hair is sweet, brown hair over the mouth

Blown, / Lilac and brown hair; / Distraction"

Begging baby with wide-open mouth,

Pushing hair aside, tongue reached out for bread.

Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world, grant us peace.

Eleanor K. Manning