The rocky cliff has lost its tread,
yet the fingers are strong, so very strong
The index boasts of certainty
with a grip that follows each line
each road
each trail on a map
The thumb joins her sister’s clamp,
as a drum so sure, so very sure
Poised, as velvet petals be,
the gentlest finger brings songs
brings warmth
brings kindness again
The vilest finger arches with grit,
determined and proud, so very proud
While the ring finger presses a promise firm,
its oath in forever holds fast
holds long
holds true to the grain
But, the rocky cliff has lost its tread
And, the hand becomes weak, so very weak
The sisters scream as the knuckles shake
their boldness shifting to doubt
to angst
to dread as they slide
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