Dive into "The Last Supper," a collection of poems that boldly traverse the boundaries between the Sacred and the Profane, offering a unique perspective at the forbidden crossroads where they meet. In these verses, there is no room for the easily offended or those who merely skim the surface; you must be willing to explore the nuanced shades of gray.

Author [Harvey] makes no apologies for the absence of roses and limericks; this is a collection for mature readers. These poems are not suitable for children, little old ladies, or Church Mothers, yet the church itself weaves through these verses, a powerful presence.

Within the lines, you may detect echoes of the 80s, a time when Ronald Reagan's legacy continued to shape the world. The corporate world remains a realm where greed is king, and the haunting presence of AIDS steals away the young and vibrant. Among these poems, the title piece, "The Last Supper," encapsulates the poignant recollection of a young man's final moments, as he softly utters, "A sip of water please / A little string beans / Wait now, you're rushing me."

As you embark on this poetic journey, remember not to rush through these verses. Take your time and allow the words to resonate, for within "The Last Supper," you will uncover a unique tapestry of human experiences, emotions, and a glimpse into the enduring spirit of an era.