Lament for my hands


My hands are dry and wounded
they are soldiers in war
the red cross helping them
but it's no use
they have tried
but only found a flat-line.

Now all that's left is their spirit
so that they may be in paradise,
no more pain,
no more suffering,
for in heaven they shall remain.

21 gun salute to my hands
and a prayer for those
beautiful hands:
rest in paradise
you made your sacrifise
and you'll always be remembered.

and don't forget my beautiful
hands!
for I will always love them.