the hands that stilled time
of all the hands that have worn the door
or curved the footfall steps
we know you only by what you have taken
by degrees these hardly times away
having shone the rivet and the rail
or replaced the bronze patina with a glow
and now in the repose of a scolded death
that once was eased away by prayer
remember all the hands that once prayed here
as we do now upon seeing just one last tinge
of verdigris under the nail of a hand
that stilled time and still does still
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