Cats Cradle

Knobby hands, inept hands,
are set to foolish tasks;
these hands will move earth and
these hands will shake empty pens, press them to a tongue,
and test their emptiness yet again.
These hands will deny the one you love the care
that keeps their spirit lit. These hands
will play cat’s cradle, red rover,
spin the bottle, these hands will
run bore brushes down the length of army-issue rifles,
these hands will pluck the seedling dandelions, these hands
will rip the legs from spiders and
these hands will find their fingers joyously entwined with others;
these hands will build sandcastles and
these hands will destroy.

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