Work

hands –
they’re not obvious scars
nothing
long or bright white
jagged
or ugly
-they’re just small
little bites.
perhaps quarter inch
in length at most
however
there are dozens of them
marks
along both hands
along the
index finger down
to the
inside webbing
of
the thumb.

strength
days
and repetition

memories of
heat and
of cold
and
of rain and
snow

the removal of gloves
because of
sweat or soak through’s
or
safety.

The Marks –

made from leather
nylon rope
bailer twine
and flecks of hay
from bails
digging
in

horse and reins
and mud and shit
and shovels

and

pitch forks

tractor steering wheels
rail fences
boot strings…..

the hands-

slip into pockets
fold out for communion
wave goodbye from the truck
and greet

you

in firm shake hello.

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About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called crazyirishman.wordpress.com, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on https://www.facebook.com/crazyirishmanpoetry where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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