The Hand


Our indigenous guidance, spread
on the delicate composition
of ulna, radius, carpus,
a collection of metacarpals,

all sculpted under a slab of skin,
and then sliced into
one,two,three,four,five phalanges,
anatomy at its finest.

Begin where it is basic:
the width of a wrist,
the upside of a palm,
the cerulean trail of a cephalic vein,

fluent and feeble,
flushing finger tips
the faintest pink.
Here, the dermis meets

a bed of keratin,
a curved cuticle.
The blind man's erratic
and essential map, completed.

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