Six
- Scarred peasant hands address the sky,
Our Lord is lifted up on high:
The words intoned in reverent code
Addressed to those far from the road. - The artisan of field and shore
Was hungry, weary, sick and sore;
His hands with plank and plane were riven
Before the thorns and nails were driven. - Without the care of sheath and vine
There never would be bread and wine;
The rich, aloof yet insecure,
Watch the poor sacrifice to the poor.