Hungry Are These Hands That Bleed

Hungry Are These Hands That Bleed

A Poem by Kristine Ferg
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Hungry are these hands that bleed,

bare-knuckled to the bone;

outreaching ours that plant the seed.

 

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Yet held so eager, to a creed,

red hands, cast out alone;

outreaching ours that plant the seed.

 

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They strike at us, as if to heed

a wrongness in what all we done;

hungry are these hands that bleed.

 

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Sirrah! Surah! Damn ‘em hands uh greed

when ‘ey went castin’ ‘emselves a throne;

outreaching ours that plant the seed.

 

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An’ by duh end uh time, they’ll need

us, lost, until they enter the known;

hungry are these hands that bleed.

 

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They will know by all we lead

and feed, and cede, and read in stone;

hungry are the hands that bleed,

outreaching ours that plant the seed.

© 2016 Kristine Ferg


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Kristine Ferg
Kristine Ferg

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I'm just another person. Just like you; my art the object of knowledge in understanding who I am and how I am. And that, simply, is enough about me. more..

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