The Graffiti Artist’s Last SupperJoseph Ross
a Eucharistic prayer He popped the spray paint can and aimed, While they were at supper shooting a stream, straight and clean he took the bread, blessed it, broke it creating an arching tombstone, and gave it to his disciples saying: “for you, little brother.” Take this, all of you, and eat. Because sometimes, only a painting can say: This is my body, given up for you. These nights, the stealth artist is alone, so Do this in memory of me. When supper was ended, He tried to remember, to memorize your heartbeat, so he took the cup. Again he gave his best three-dimensional shots offered thanks and praise. to his young friend, killed that day while He gave the cup to his disciples being nothing but a kid. He said: Take this all of you because living is nothing but yearning for food and drink. This is the cup of my blood, that settles into the concrete of the street, the blood of the new and everlasting lament of a mother and sirens that seal a truth covenant. It will be shed for you in graffiti that tastes like anger, and for all so that sins may be forgiven. Now, every time he paints a name, he will Do this in memory of me.
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