Without Hands

Broken, never mended.

Smashed to pieces, then crushed instead

Pretty stones to pretty sand, then clay

Mixed with the refuse of the earth salted damp

Life’s light lays her egg in carved, scooped out living stone

An unnatural plant roots here

Neither human nor Divine, not in place not in time.

Neither place nor creature, both and human and Divine.

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