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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

"pity these hands," à la e.e. cummings

pity these hands,
gnarled and crippled
that never ached
to bring another aid,
that never sweated
in the cupped palms of a lover
and grew wrinkled, old,
alone.
pity that heart,
battered and befuddled,
deprived of love
by love once lost,
that never knew mankind
nor humanity–
that heart
that ticked and tocked
for want of other occupation
and then, gears grown thirsty
and beset by rust,
one day
stopped.

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