Hands of Dice & Wire

Tire iron grin
Rebar bone within
Etched with every sin
There’s lashes in the lacquer
Temple pulse reveals
How the deep heart feels
This hammer dulled by moss
Not just an old nutcracker

These parts of I
I find disturbing
These pieces here
Here I’m appraising
And what I was I am not now
How I’ve come I know not how
Beaten copper Tempered Steal
The violence of the making

These hands of dice and wire
These hands of dice and wire
These hands of dice and wire forever shaking

Eyes like anchors
Steady hold
While all else fails
Beneath the folds
Of weathered man
Standing like a specter
Barren truths
Revealed

These hands of dice and wire
These hands of dice and wire
These hands of dice and wire forever shaking

And the legacy
Crafted and designed
Not even memory
Can hope to keep in mind

These hands of dice and wire
These hands of dice and wire
These hands of dice and wire forever quaking