I spent a week in the south of France. I lived in a farmhouse and ate amazing home cooked food prepared by this great French woman.
We visited a pilgrimage site.
There was a thumb encased in glass.
The little glass sphere is full of a dead fuzz
It is filled with green foil and a lump of flesh
The sphere is the center of the filigree cross
The cross is a green and inside the sphere is orange
Around the orange is a discoloration
This darkening is the space of the fuzz
Which is a deathly gray staring out from its tomb of glass
The lump of flesh is purported to be a puce
A puce is melting in the sphere
A puce is a thumb a big toe this one is a saint
A melting saint puce in its orange and metal coffin
Waiting for something to break glass
To steal crosses in this small French room