Today I went to the baker to buy bread.
“Doughnuts? Cookies? A cake? A pie?” “Bread.”
A loaf perhaps of pumpernickle or
maybe real Jewish rye bread.
Only one thing will satisfy: bread.
But Christ in hunger told the tempter, Lo,
man cannot live alone by bread.
Beware the Pharisees. Yet without
some yeast you will not have high bread.
He blessed it and gave to his disciples.
“Drink my wine, my friends, and eat my bread.”
Baghdad, Queen of Cities, listen
to the hungry orphans cry, “Bread.”
No mother, when her own children ask,
can look at them and deny bread.
Now Bill says: Sit and read my poem and eat,
before we have to say “Goodbye,” bread.