Chiropidal lavabo
Feet are bathed
Father clothed in Son
Pedilavium almost pagan seeming
On a poxy overcast Maundy Thursday
Feet streaked with street debris, soiled
Lint-smudged ankles sweaty from toil
Kneeling to my appointment
Hands purified with honey ointment
Licking a doily’s corner
Faecal matter, strands of hay
Blood from glass, I wash away
Whey of nightsoil roiling flyblown at roadsides.
Alchemisland 
Leave a comment