The Hands
Jan 15, 2026
Get Ensie D’s stories in your inbox
Join Medium for free to get updates from this writer.
when we left
there in the hand
broke a finger bone
Not a quick snap
but a long, tendon tearing
greenstick fracture
crushing nerves and
pressing out blood
and the roiling hate
we were supposed to carry
splashed out the bucket
all over the feet
oh! the feet
those great movers
the self-called engine
felt the falling splashes
and claimed it injury and blood
“curses! curses to the hands!”
the feet raged
threatening to still the body
claiming their superiority
demanded blind obedience
all the while forgetting
the hands
point the way to go and
the hands
hold the weapon and
the hands
oh! the hands
that carry the bucket
also tie the tourniquet
