Hands
by Michael Nelson from Jefferson High School
Published in the 2006-2007 WITS Anthology Mostly What I’m Made Of
Light cream, with tunnels of life running through it.
Unique patterns of one’s self, telling everything, but some
times not enough, your fingerprint is your identity.
Scarred, weathered and hard from a timeless life.
Where it runs the world, pushes the buttons, stirs the food,
steals the money, cups for water,
that’s what the hand does.
It pulls the trigger.
Lifts the baby from the womb…to start
the cycle…of another hand.
To run the world.
And write the words
