Take-out

Take, eat he said

Please, have your fill

This bread is free

But here’s the bill:

You raise a glass

as I make this toast?

Then, implicitly

you’ll later host

and, if you eat,

you vow to feed

whomever has

the greatest need.

Not one like you,

No, feed the ‘other’

The most despised one

is your brother

Black or muslim,

sick, disabled

If you won’t host her,

leave my table

and take a taste

of yourself, my love

You’re barely risen

tasteless, tough

and yet: I love you

without doubt

Now pass that bread -

it’s grace, take-out.