hymn undone- revision

a figure from clay he made.
he fashioned a figure from clay.

hard to see
until i take
the lathe--

on the wheel, earth under
hand tears into skin like
steel wool un strung

(its hungry grit
'brades the skin. it does not
settle silt)

from this
lump
unconvinced of lines
or grace--

from this
clay

he made
the shape
he made the make,
he smoothed the shape
and figured clay

with hands like mine

for seven
days