Cake

You could decorate it

any way you wanted to

That cake

with the beautiful icing

But that’s all it was

So decadent and so filling

Feeling like it might last forever

The inside joke was that it would

The even more inside joke…

It was not that at all…

You would have to believe that the

Headaches were taking you Somewhere

You would have to believe that the

Eucharist we shared was Blessed

And that your chants and cheers

Sounded like the Choir of Angels

This sheet cake with our names

Was all that was left

This frosting on our hearts

As Time grew colder for us

Was only what it was…

Our Brothers down the street dine, too

Theirs is a different style

Sometimes humbler, sometimes showy

Mostly forgotten

But there is more than one table

In this House

There is certainly plenty of room

To dine, to fly, to ice

There is more than one entrance

But the Exit stays the same

Cake with or without frosting

The reward at the end of the game