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Loin Cloth

by Carl Sandburg, 1918

Body of Jesus taken down from the cross
 Carved in ivory by a lover of Christ,
 It is a child’s handful you are here,
 The breadth of a man’s finger,
 And this ivory loin cloth
 Speaks an interspersal in the day’s work,
 The carver’s prayer and whim
 And Christ-love.

Published in Cornhuskers

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