Think of the hands that write this poem.
The left hand is a weird writer, this is my writing hand,
holding tightly to the pencil, while the right hand
bridges around the outside.
The right hand is the hand with which I throw a ball.
They work together to give me facility.
How easy to perform and comply.
What will I gain from this writing?
The left hand writes a letter.
The right hand knocks on a door.
Interlocking finger pray.
Write to live for ever.
Do I write to talk to the dead or
do I write to talk to people after I am dead?