In A Kidney Dish
Seventeen months and six days ago,
with practice that could only be attached
to a pair of nitrile gloves,
they pulled apart generations of stratified tissue,
classified the human from the mammal
and presented the results on a stainless steel tray.
Jesus bled menstrual blood from
the wound that gave birth.
Out of his side, a gaping vulnerability,
inviting a finger, a mouth,
a community baptised.Continue reading “Menstrual Blood by Gavin D’Costa”