My Five Five Fingers Poem by Martins Tomisin

I
My five-five-fingers of my handMy five-five-fingers of my hands
Zestfully lived In serenitZestfully lived In serenity.
The three thrill fingers of my right hanThe three thrill fingers of my right hand:
Thumb, index finger and middle finger
Stoutly lived civilly and gleefullyStoutly lived civilly and gleefully
amongst her BROTHERS:
They rested gleefully upon the placidThey rested gleefully upon the placid,
SHARP-SABLE-POINTED-DART.

II
Sharp sable pointed-darSharp sable pointed-dart;
Perched in the midst of the three thrilPerched in the midst of the three thrill
fingers
And laid rest upon the hungryAnd laid rest upon the hungry,
Virgin DUSKY-SHEET, which sprawledVirgin DUSKY-SHEET, which sprawled
bear flat on the glossy desbear flat on the glossy desk.
The glossy desk accompanying the eartThe glossy desk accompanying the earth
The earth accompanying its deptThe earth accompanying its depth.

III
The other two fingers of my right hanThe other two fingers of my right hand:
Ring finger and little fingeRing finger and little finger
Calmly leisure, plopped on the hungry, virgin dusky-sheeCalmly leisure, plopped on the hungry, virgin dusky-sheet
And lent ears to the Sharp-sable-pointed
dart,
Sharp-sable-pointed-dart,
Muttering vignettes of yesterday
Muttering vignettes of today
Muttering vegnettes of tomorrow.
Upon the glossy desUpon the glossy desk
My five fingers of my left hand toMy five fingers of my left hand too
Laid rest, and eyeballed the sharp-sablLaid rest, and eyeballed the sharp-sable
Pointed-dart, muttering deep thoughtsPointed-dart, muttering deep thoughts.

IV
Look,
All you who waded through lines:
All you who unearth the hearAll you who unearth the heart
Of this Earth, hunting for treasureOf this Earth, hunting for treasures
Pore over my ten fingerPore over my ten fingers.
My ten fingerMy ten fingers,
As pure as a full virgin moon.
I have dunked deep my five fingerI have dunked deep my five fingers
Of my right hand with my progenitorOf my right hand with my progenitors
In a bowl of sweet dishes
And nibbled singed YAMS amidsAnd nibbled singed YAMS amidst
The thriving vegetables. The thriving vegetables.

V
But my forefinger of my left hanBut my forefinger of my left hand
Never been raised abovNever been raised above
To curse the heavens
Never been raised up to pinpoinNever been raised up to pinpoint
My progenitors' homeland
Never had it tasted any depravityNever had it tasted any depravity
And never will it be licked
Or bit by the savage butchers of MeaOr bit by the savage butchers of Meat
Who loved to fatten themselves on murdeWho loved to fatten themselves on murder
And gratified their heart withAnd gratified their heart with
Juicy cup of blood and gorJuicy cup of blood and gore.


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