Hands have always fascinated me and in 2005 I wrote this poem as a way of exploring human suffering.
The Heartscape Of My Hands (The Mouth Of Our Hunger)
I cast my hands around empty streets,
Sending my fingers in search of men at prayer.
See the heartscape of my hands,
They tell you more than I can say.
In me death is bound by division,
Touching the mouth of our hunger.
Yet you know we will always change,
Though we will always seem the same.
Hands hammered onto nails : Nails yielding from the martyrs song –
How he beholds the work of men.
Your blood flows into the sea of human kindness :
Mingled with the blood of hate –
Where side by side we thirst for the charms of his suffering.
Within us we see eyes raised above the self,
And from the human clock tick seasons which cannot be measured.
My eyes study their pupils my pupils study their eyes,
Each transfixed in the abyss of the other.
© R.J. Hudson 2005.