[In a room, upon presentation of my hand for introduction...]

[In a room, upon presentation of my hand for introduction...]

A Poem by Hoyle Brannacht

 

In a room, upon presentation of my hand for introduction,

I found, looking down or up on, it to be absent and

my strength unwholly

offered.

            --as the wrist is a socket,

            and its eminence

         the method by which

         I should clutch my piece…sans said—

For the hand, exceeding subjects all,

had rushed forth and, hitting broadside the back wall,

fell limpwhimpering.

 

Embarrassed, I kept the remaining pocketed,

and the stump beneath my chin.

          --so not to alarm the women—

Though I fed the upright men.

© 2008 Hoyle Brannacht


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Hoyle Brannacht
Hoyle Brannacht

Highland, NY



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