Rock Biter

They look

Like Enormous

Solid hands

Isn't that right?

Be that as it may, for some

They are frightfully suggestive

Of intoxicated stepfathers who didn't tune in

Harmful sweethearts

Who didn't ask consent

Of menaces

Who never got to see the gold inside

Because they were excessively occupied

deep oil drilling the aether out of Blameless people

These Bronze Hands

Give individuals flashbacks of Knuckle reinforcements

Tall, dim, and vile

Skirt across their eyelids

Careful about their knickknacks

These hands

Appear as though they would grab their kids out of the evening

Dread

According to an outsider

Is difficult to etch away

So I decide to dissipate the fantasies and assumptions

Not all goliaths from the sea are made brutal

A few of us

Dream of violin performances

While mishandling with an absence of deft

Now and again

These Enormous, Solid hands

Are excessively little to support this multitude of broken dreams

I hold them excessively close, I assume

The sound of broken trusts on worn out heart-strings

Are a rehearsed tune

These fingers sing

Some of the time

They make me an objective

So many Napoléons

Believe their volley should knock the nose off the sphinx

So I wandered to the transformation of these metacarpals into the mandible

munchers and it made me dangerous

They look

Like monstrous meat mashers

don't they

These rocks

Used to decrease mountains into molehills

In any case, however they Used to be Fighters

These old officers accumulate greenery now

They've seen sufficient viciousness for two lifetimes and have since resigned

They ask absolution

For erring against their siblings

What's more, waging war against them

No one at any point asks me what I see

Because to me

They look like accusing the enormous youngster

For safeguarding himself against the adversarial little crap

with the load of emotional baggage

They seem to be

These enormous digits won't fit fingertip-thimble kisses

They seem to be hot shot substitutes

Also, material lament

I know

What they resemble

However, they are

Granddad's gaps loaded up proudly in brushing my hair

They're Grandmother's amethyst veins assisting me with crossing the broke asphalt

Their father's tossing a disk

My Uncle's shooting loops

My siblings play music

Notwithstanding what they resemble

My hands are Huge

What's more, Impressive

From a long queue of adoration

With no time for the assumptions

Of Mice and Men

My hands

Were prepared by Earth moms

Who let 'Ōlelo Hawai'i roll thunder 'cross the valleys and reverberation from the

Bluffs

My stone palms

Are hidden treasures

Adequately smooth to clear away little streams off of Northern Springs

What's more, put squeeze on cuts

To prevent streams from spilling

My hands

Knead

Stroke

Interweave

Also, Recuperate

Move agilely with knotwork

They shake and tremor

They assist me with standing upright

My hands can stand the intensity

So that even while it's actually liquid

They will help shape

The brilliant heart

Inside the following

Mountain