Nov 11 2012

Only His Hands

Published by at 4:07 am under poetry,Uncategorized

Only his hands

Gnarled and thin

Like wrinkled tattered

Weathered broadcloth

Showed

From beneath

The starch white

Cuffs of a

Pressed Polyester

Shirt

.

Only his hands

Quick and light

Like bright dancing

Flames of light

Expressed

From behind

The stark pallid

Edge of a

Gruff and hard

Mein

.

Only his hands

Nimble and fleet

Like cool clean

Water cascading

Rushing

From between

The chiseled stone

Wall of a

Cold and cruel

Carcass

.

Only his hands

Betrayed him.

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