Prussian Feet
Prussian feet
in a hurry to run to warmth
Past all badness
Past side tracking
needing the steam crack
a good soaking brings
These blue feet
frozen in fear
from a stepping in ice pools
of beckoning sin
have never been calloused before.
Never touched strife
and bristled scar tissue
Never fell headlong
in a devious freeze
'till now.
But run they do
and run they will
aching from stinging
and paining from thaw
Cold feet
in a hurry to run to warmth
to steam baths of redemption
and miracle mending
Flesh revived from Prussian
to pink.
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