Hilary J Brown

And so I said
Surely you must realise
By now
That the question is not
What can he do
But what will he do
There really is no difference
Between the two
Just a matter of timing really

My enquirer looked down at his thumbs
that were tightly interlocked
And I looked again
Because they were calloused
And bent I could see
And yet there was something
That arrested my attention

Why have you come here?
I asked
After all this time you
Must know
That my hands are tied

He sighed then
And took his life’s work
From his pocket
And laid it on the table
In front of me

Taking my eyes from his hands
I looked at what it was
That was lying there