I know my hands. know my hands by their sesamoids, by their sinful parts

know by seer's fingerprints, know my hands by their bloody ticking

once i saw your hands. your hands as shaky as bells

did i ever flick

i am not a sexton

i may ring it, pray or cry anyway

my hands as soft as golden bellies 

and you never touched them 

you never touched

as sinless will do

and like a nonsexton 

so like me