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He asked them, knowing he will soon be dead,
to this last meal. As birds fly up with dread,
hearing a shot, their hands shrink from the bread
and the twelve startle at his prophecy, fluttering around the table in despair,
and scatter, seeking an escape. But he
like twilight arriving is everywhere.

I did not know rilke was so biblically inspired in his writing