Ramzi Suleiman Last supper in Jena-Paradies The woman who prepared my last supper At the Max Planck in Jena Seated me on a long white table Brought me three dishes, Three soup bowls, Three knives, three forks, And three long necked glasses. For a moment she smiled Perhaps because she remembered The story of the three bears Then she brought a small broidered basket Like the one on the hard cover. She apologized herself, Said she is going to fetch my supper. I said to her: my dear lady, Today I came here by myself, For the father has been falling In a deep sleep For thousands and thousands of years And the Holy Spirit, had been missing for long. They say it was shot By a short-sighted hunter Who had mistaken her As a white pigeon ……………….. The gracious woman With her big body And her beautiful eyes Went to the kitchen Where I could hear her laughing A loud and merry laugh She seems to have taken my words, Mistakenly, As a joke