Hand

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Jun 06, 2018 

Hand 
on the wall,
creation 
complete.
Mouth 
full of 
pigment,
sprayed on
the hand.
Artist signature 
for the 
eons to
observe.
I 
was here
the
artist
shouts out.
You don’t
know 
who I am,
but,
I 
was here!
We 
know not
who
the 
artist was.
But we
know the
meaning
of the 
hand 
on the
wall.
The hand
on the 
wall.
We
do so 
still!

 

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