Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

In Occultation - Poem by Anthony Weir

On the Turin Shroud
Which it is claimed
Our Lord was wrapped in
And retains His image
His clasping hands eclipse
His cock and balls
In holiness think the faithful
For comfort in loneliness
The least of misfortunes
Say I who sleep thus
And wake in occultation.
Say I who sleep thus

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 5, 2006



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