these giant fists
these giant fucking fists
fists that belonged to a pair of hands, i’d paid close attention to for many years
often fearing
i’d never felt them
these fists
these giant fucking fists
seemed a lot less ferocious now
that one was grasped around my collar
the other threatening to pound my face to oblivion, for the first time
high in the cold november sky
a comet
will it hit?
who knows?
does it matter?
what could i do anyway?
cosmic forces
knuckles
scars
hair
creases
stories
perhaps, it didn’t mean much anymore
i had no reason to run
hit me, if you will
no, it meant everything
let’s make some contact
wild eyes
snarling and frothing lips
verbal vulgarities bouncing off the neighbour’s walls
what will they say
what will you say about this, you wankers?
yeah, you behind the curtain, you
what will you say about this?! !youyouyoufuckingwanker?!
it was getting colder
the clouds were parting
silence
you’re going to hit me?
this is how you repay your mother?
what?
these fist
these huge fucking fists
i’d seen knock other men out
often covered in dirt, oil, blood and sweat
never tears
touching the wrong woman
pushing away the wrong child
the strongest fingers
that manipulated machinery i didn’t understand
out-dated technology
was i a man now?
after all she has done for you?
You’ve lost it, you’re drunk
You’re worthless
You’re a cunt, get your fucking hands off me!
i looked him in the eye
wrestled free
and pushed away
those huge fists
then looked west
walked for a long time
full orbit
and when i came back
he looked
me
in the eye
