Dirty Hands

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Dirty hands pressed together

searching for a spring

to wash away these frosty days

and ease this suffering

 

Dirty hands push the plow

to sow tomorrow’s pain

a blistered blessing glist’ning sweat

held out in hope of rain

 

Dirty hands reach up

grasping for a plate

to feed a fickle fantasy

a hunger for to sate

 

Dirty hands dealt down

clenched and forming fists

a promise for preeminental

pummels upon wrists

 

Dirty hands pointing out

for bags of silver three

the way for bloody feet to tread

and darkened eyes to see

 

Dirty hands dig themselves

deeper everyday

a pity as their penitence

but buried there to stay

 

Dirty hands rub upon

dirty arms and legs

with dreams pristine they seek to clean

themselves down in the dregs

 

Dirty hands pressed together

nowhere left to go

despair set in through sordid sin

without forgiving flow

 

Dirty hands drift above

and flail to stay aloft

within the miry muck downpoured

from clouds above the waft

 

Dirty hands plunged beneath

the dark and stormy tides

for their at last once all has past

their cleanliness abides

 

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