And shakes his bony fist
Still angry about evolution
Once upon a time
The metacarpal bones
Were like tuning forks
Fingers
Had the first words
Everyone read Braille
Back in the day
He’s pissed we’ve forgotten
Finger-tip vowels
Knuckle consonants
For as we’ve forgotten
We’ve lost more wonder
Than can be replaced
With mere tongues
Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University
