The Proprietors Palm
In the hand was trust
In the hand was curiosity
In the hand was discovery
In the hand was anger
In the hand was hatred
In the hand was memory
In the hand was a knife
In the hand was blood
In the hand was strife
In the hand of the night
In the hand his life
His own in his right
In the ground they lay under
Decaying hands torn asunder
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