i am kept by a hand
with its gnawing paws
and unruly laws.
the hand says it is my friend
and, friend, do not be scared.
but i shriek -again and again,
to no avail and gain.
i and the hand struggle and struggle
like two dancers with a satanic fiddle.
as the dance ends, my will bends
to the fingers on their final stands.
hand! thou love me and protect me,
and i kiss the life in thee;
as if it is my heart beat
and i am thy mercy seat.
14/11/2006
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