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Aug. 2nd, 2011 | 05:53 pm

I have been absent for so very long. Hello to those who might read this! Instead of going into details about my mundane summer (its actually been quite nice) I thought I would share poetry. Not mine, that is for my eyes only. :)

The Hand That Signed the Paper

By Dylan Thomas
The hand that signed the paper felled a city;   
Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,   
Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;   
These five kings did a king to death.

The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder,   
The finger joints are cramped with chalk;   
A goose’s quill has put an end to murder   
That put an end to talk.

The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever,   
And famine grew, and locusts came;
Great is the hand that holds dominion over   
Man by a scribbled name.

The five kings count the dead but do not soften   
The crusted wound nor stroke the brow;   
A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven;   
Hands have no tears to flow.

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