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Humunculus

humunculus
   made of clay
first wet and supple

now dried and cracked
broke and crumbled

God gave a speech
up on his hill
we sit in Church and learn
his will.

and clean the pews
with their dirt brown crust
left there-
            by
years of oily, wandering 
hands.

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