Common Denominator
his hands were empty when he died
over his body and through his eyes
to this, to this perhaps a surprise
his demise
compromise
he doesn’t picture how empty
he
will look when there is no more
blood coursing,
body tersing,
student cursing,
why does it smell so bad
identity
identify
tags
lover
sinner
blood thinners
wheel spinner
a life illustrated with flamboyant colors
of money made
and pages spent
heart unkempt
life of contempt
without knowing without wanting
without growing without hauting
of lines to continue
beyond finite
beyond finale
beyond fhysical
it always happens to the others
then cry another mother
and this is not my brother
hands to hold
hands to throw
baseballs
bullets
hands to grow
hands to know
the woman that he loved
hands to cook
hands that look
with rupturing ambivalence
skyward
ring around the rosies
pocket full of poesies
ashes
ashes
his we
hands all
were fall
empty down
when he died