Friday, November 27, 2009

poem a day #12

HAND, fig. 1

Detached, it is a seamonster's skeleton,
a mess of bones pushed together
by some well-meaning Victorian
who kept piling them in there just
because they seemed to fit. Ah,
but how it would move.

One, arthritic, is called
a different species, a herbivore,
its bulbous joints made it slow.

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