MANUAL LABORS

 

 

Elizabeth Robinson

94.00.150

Abandoned to the hand,
          the artery behind
                    emphatic pulse—

Clean and seamed as an infant’s
                    skull, the curve is—

The doughy crease, the stress
                    of this shape:

the hand is on its instrument,
          juggles
                    the ache which divines.

The mark is modest,
          cupped in a chagrined hand.

Trace of its newborn seam
          turned otherwise in the
                                   hand.

The weight of itself leaves it
          behind, seam
                    soft as a mouth.