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.

