The Zurich Anabaptist dissidents officially broke with
Ulrich Zwingli
by rebaptizing themselves. An earlier act of rebellion, however,
was eating sausage during Lent in 1522.
Eve bit the apple --
but you fed each other sausage.
Were you gleeful that night,
like naughty children?
Or solemn,
as weight of stained glass centuries
shattered with every mouthful?
I can speculate -- but this I'm sure of:
Sausage tastes good.
Your mouths were filled with
juice,
spices,
salt like sweat on skin.
You licked greasy-slick lips afterwards,
satiated.
When the flames licked at your feet years later,
when the water rushed in to fill choking lungs,
did you want another chance?
Did you think about your families?
Or, as darkness closed in,
did you suddenly remember that giddy, strange night,
taste the salt
on your tongue. . .
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