What's In a Hand

What's in a hand
Graced with polish
Weathered with sun
Calloused and scarred
Soft with scratching quills

Why hold them
When they slap you
Drive nails into coffins
Braid whips to men enslave

Seek truth in clear eyes
Not in sweaty touches
Where women stay
Always wondering
What's in a hand

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This work is Copyright (c) Mike Fletcher 2006