the maimed hand reads
does not write in faces
that moves quieting spirit
distortion of ways maim
every possibility, kill the rod
the stem, ether on water
does it matter
maiming is explicit onslaught
on bodies of love
wings of dove
infinite possibilities of extermination
of races
bewildered faces of atrophy
maim the invincible
war cries let loose in hellish stricken
fear
oh dear the maimed hand uproots
all maiming, all caning
in streets of laughter, death and hellish
burner unfold those hands
write a poem, with blood after.
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