By Hand

This was the way we wrought
the thing the moment needed:

wood shaved down to level
under a carpenter’s plane,

tallow thickened around
a plumb line; stitches

running a sail, a pair
of sleeves and pantaloons,

a knitted shape
to parry the wind

to hold or hurry
a body out the door.

 

In response to Via Negativa: Sic Transit.

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