Thirst

Thirst
By Jonathan Bennett

And I find myself thinking of the wine
At the last that was better than the first.
The thought of it should be bitter to me
But I remember only its sweetness,
Just as I remember the company
Gathered so close, though they've scattered from me.
And if the water was before me now
I'd transubstantiate it with my blood
And call for toasts at this: my wedding feast.
Today I die as one to become one,
And no one, here nor There, can make us two.
Yes in this last moment before we wed
Bring out the new wineskins because I thirst!