Jack had large fists
curled to a curve
from grasping at things and people
his fingers seldom relaxed
and never now stretched
to make his hands
visible to the world
or those that thought
they knew him.
Jacks tendons shortened
by repeated hurt and
his aversion to the emptiness
that guards relaxation
gave his body a roundness
that those who work
sweat or slave
for others know.
Whether jack stooped
or crouched it was hard to tell
no man in the forest
in living
memory went
close enough to check,
no one touched Jack nor
witnessed Jack touching another.
things that didn't work
he fixed or kept for parts,
people that didn't work
Jack dismissed
