Maundy Thursday (Wilfred Owen)
Between the brown hands of a server lad
The silver cross was offered to be kissed.
The men came up, lugubrious, but not sad,
And knelt reluctantly, half-prejudiced
(And kissing, kissed the emblem of a creed).
Then mourning women knelt; meek mouths they had
(And kissed the Body of the Christ indeed).
Young children came, with
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