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World N Hands

In his hands

like strings bent
in a guitarist’s hands,
clothes wrung out
in a washerwoman’s hands,
clay pummelled
in a potter’s hands,
or nails hammered
by a carpenter’s hands,

we kneel and take
the piece of flesh,
the cup of blood,
the whole god
in our hands.


Godfrey Rust 2009, godfrey@wordsout.co.uk. See here for permissions.

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