I look and view my childhood hands
in gloves, nab fly balls; play brass bands
forming the snowball
carry books down the hall
fingers small
twined, palms spans
grip rifle, in paddy, stay face down
grasping mud, holding ears from the sound
jets, inbound they bore
afterburners roar
napalms gore
covers ground
drop it good; hit them and not us
jungle airstrikes our only plus
kid with a grenade
with bullets, hes sprayed
body flayed
in the dust
mortar rounds incoming hit dirt
Billys hooch explodes, sandbags spurt
dig barehanded, down!
hands fly, tracers sound
burial mound
soul is hurt
nurses kind hands changing dressings
leg is healing with their blessings
millions of hands wave
two fingers, PEACE rave
shackled slave
dead childs fling
hands in marriage, caressing, soft
babes tiny hands waving aloft
clock hands steal my time
a victimless crime
Loss sublime
bonds part, soft
such strong hands which ran the machines
built the home, fixed the car, cried the keen
outcomes unforeseen
descent in between
man unseen
without mien
hands rummaging in trashbins
cannot come to grips with their sins
life doesnt mean much
hands have lost their touch
not a crutch
but Fate wins
in gloves, nab fly balls; play brass bands
forming the snowball
carry books down the hall
fingers small
twined, palms spans
grip rifle, in paddy, stay face down
grasping mud, holding ears from the sound
jets, inbound they bore
afterburners roar
napalms gore
covers ground
drop it good; hit them and not us
jungle airstrikes our only plus
kid with a grenade
with bullets, hes sprayed
body flayed
in the dust
mortar rounds incoming hit dirt
Billys hooch explodes, sandbags spurt
dig barehanded, down!
hands fly, tracers sound
burial mound
soul is hurt
nurses kind hands changing dressings
leg is healing with their blessings
millions of hands wave
two fingers, PEACE rave
shackled slave
dead childs fling
hands in marriage, caressing, soft
babes tiny hands waving aloft
clock hands steal my time
a victimless crime
Loss sublime
bonds part, soft
such strong hands which ran the machines
built the home, fixed the car, cried the keen
outcomes unforeseen
descent in between
man unseen
without mien
hands rummaging in trashbins
cannot come to grips with their sins
life doesnt mean much
hands have lost their touch
not a crutch
but Fate wins
