![]() Hungry Are These Hands That BleedA Poem by Kristine Ferg![]() Vilanelle![]() Hungry are these hands that bleed, bare-knuckled to the bone; outreaching ours that plant the seed.
. Yet held so eager, to a creed, red hands, cast out alone; outreaching ours that plant the seed.
. They strike at us, as if to heed a wrongness in what all we done; hungry are these hands that bleed.
. Sirrah! Surah! Damn ‘em hands uh greed when ‘ey went castin’ ‘emselves a throne; outreaching ours that plant the seed.
. An’ by duh end uh time, they’ll need us, lost, until they enter the known; hungry are these hands that bleed.
. 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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Added on January 31, 2016 Last Updated on January 31, 2016 Author![]() Kristine FergAboutI'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..Writing
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