No, but really, who?
that Jesus sent Peter + John to go and prepare the Passover feast, but
who milled and bought the flour? Whose oil did they use?
Who mixed the flour with oil and salt? Who pressed the dough and baked the bread?
Whose oven did they use?
Who harvested and treaded the grapes? Who fermented and stored the wine?
Who set the table?
Who drew and hauled the water for their thirst and for their foot washing?
It was the women, wasn’t it?
Unseen or unwritten, blotted or edited out,
the unread women of the Last Supper mopped the floors
where washwater splashed,
where the wine spilled,
where the oil dripped.
Cloaked in invisibility and politics, the women cleared the table and
washed the dishes
and put them away.
Jesus surely saw them.
I’d like to tell them I can see them, too.