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