Another white bread and red wine wedding
walks the well-worn path down the white
petal-softened red carpet aisle.
The pastor on display charges the bride, pretty
in purity, with biblical submission from one
side of his mouth then, from the other, binds
the man to Christ’s platelet-rich effusive love.
Hand in step, the pair tumbles into their new
life, dropping and starting like hobbled dancers
whose apparent otherness is blurred by
an occasionally pink orbit spun into being
upon the declaration of “man and wife.”
Yet, they both
take the bread;
take the wine.