Hands that drip

Katherine Thinkings and poems March 16, 2022 1 Minute

Hands drenched in blood

Who could allow theirself to know

( Oh crucifix of wood.)

What the murdered faces show?

(oh crown of thorns,)

Oh sacred heart torn

The baby was born

Published by Katherine

Published March 16, 2022

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