The Hand That Signed The Paper
The hand that signed the paper felled a city; Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath, Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country; These five kings did a king to death.
The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder, The finger joints are cramped with chalk; A goose's quill has put an end to murder That put an end to talk.
The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever, And famine grew, and locusts came; Great is the hand that holds dominion over Man by a scribbled name.
The five kings count the dead but do not soften The crusted wound nor pat the brow; A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven; Hands have no tears to flow.
-- Dylan Thomas
I don't know why, I just really like it, maybe because it is realistic...Anyway I have decided to read the the Junior Poetry Workshop and find some more poems!
I've also found another photographer who has striked my fancy; Eugene Atget. I absolutley love his street photography and the depth and detail in his photos. Here are some of his workings;



All for now...
Cake X
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