Show Us Your Hands . . .
- Gwynith Young
- Mar 26, 2023
- 1 min read
Show us your hands and say it again,
As the lake dries and the mud is caking,
As the guns jerk and the bodies flounder,
Show us you've nothing to hide or to sell,
Show us the wounds to match our own,
Talk about healing when healing is over,
Show us your hands and say it again.
Show us your hands and say it again,
As the skin tightens with fear and with age:
As the blood in our eyes congeals and freezes,
Show us you're talking with nowhere to go,
Show us you're poor, and poor for ever,
Talk about blessing, but do it bare-handed:
Show us your hands and say it again.
Show us your hands and say it again,
Peace on your lips and scars on your palms:
Watch us and wait for us, armoured and edgy,
Show us you mean it, by noon or by night:
Show us you say it because you believe it,
Talk about rising, talk about shining:
Show us your hands and say it again.
Peter Steele, 'Song to the Son of Man.'
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