Manos Poem by Juan dicent

Take a look at these hands
They are blackyellowhite

Take a look at these hands
They are hitchhiking
or behind the wheel of a large automobile

Take a look at these hands
They work and touch
They hurt and heal

Take a look at these hands
They can hold a knife
and a child at the same time

Take a look at these hands
They are bruised and dumb
They don't mind

Take a look at these hands
They are tombs

Take a look at these hands
They are what they are
Slaves of an animal