Hands Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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You gotta take care of your hands
so that some strokes
can calm them down, sing to them
some lullabies,
soak them in neutral soap
or no soap - just water
hands must be taken care of
are your support
physical and psychological, without them
the damaged anatomy will cause
many problems, obstacles
of all kinds, recalls that the hands
build bridges, cups and missiles
you have to guide them, make them
a game of shadows like in the theatre
of Thai shadows, make
of them more than two oracles
or two obstacles to a good coexistence,
more than a bloodshed
on a day without a date and without a name
or any night
in which your damaged teeth
resent hot coffee
given by someone at dawn. Listen to me:
you have to have a conscience of your hands.