From behind the table, I see hands being washed.
From behind the table, I see the veil lifted –
the body and the blood revealed.
From behind the table, I see the bread broken –
crumbs falling down.
From behind the table, I see the cup lifted –
the smell of fruit wafting in the air.
From behind the table, I see
the mystery,
the wonder,
of sacrifice
all over
again.