Tag Archives: hands

Hands – Eulogies 2014


when dad died they
clothed him for funeral

his hands so beautiful
crossed over his chest
they were the only thing

talking of him to me

I took a picture my
relatives anger rose
I could not avoid that

I haven’t seen it once

that picture it’s hiding
away to be gazed at on
a day when I’ll accept

distance or enjoy
closeness where
will my hands

go when I die

not on my chest
nor on my belly
for that short

time of the viewing
a sense of lack

of no more breath

a heaviness not favoring
digestion nor straight aside
as a soldier of whose army

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Up in smoke, May 2013


two different gardens
at the earth of night
same rain constant
almost soft as echoes
of the steps of ants
and small busy animals
at day light and I
sitting quietly
right before both
of my hands as I lie down
posed at my hipbones
they stick out a bit
but not sharply
fingers tips touching
right in the middle
the only heat outdoors
is that of the street
lights creating a mist
as small clouds pretending
to bathe under fake lights
so many thoughts in time
shortening eyelids
closing as an act
of love I know
you will be



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