Incantation of the Hands
Hungry moons sit for the show of Hands
Ogle spider clutches with missing trines
Moth shattered into millions of fragments whole
Narrates with each beat of smudged shadow
Handmurderer
Handsaviour
Handmaiden
Handmother
Handcrone
Disgusting Beauty
Delicate Horror
Hands that buried us with rocks
Hands that lit us like cigarettes
Hands that dunked us Goddesses
Hands that welcomed us larvae
Hands that danced our plant magic
Hands that cried our parched earth
Slashes of white in the darkness
Fingers sink and float
For survival
What must perish?
These hands are ours
Will not be pardoned by washing
Only elements all
in a heart of remembrance
Reclaiming for whose gaze we stand
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