107/L44 – Maundy


Christ the man rolls
up his sleeves and jeans,
kneeling in the dark.
Frankincense blooms
in a bucket of hot water.
The others, his brothers
ringed in a circle, breathe
deeply, deeply unsure.
A silent nod and he begins.
Heels, nails, the space
between the toes. His hands
are firm but gentle, cleansing
with intention. He blessses
each man, thanking him
for being served. And the next.
And the next. And so on.
It goes on all night. It goes on still.

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