The hand that signed the paper felled a city; <br />Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath, <br />Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country; <br />These five kings did a king to death. <br /> <br />The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder, <br />The finger joints are cramped with chalk; <br />A goose's quill has put an end to murder <br />That put an end to talk. <br /> <br />The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever, <br />And famine grew, and locusts came; <br />Great is the hand that holds dominion over <br />Man by a scribbled name. <br /> <br />The five kings count the dead but do not soften <br />The crusted wound nor pat the brow; <br />A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven; <br />Hands have no tears to flow.<br /><br />Dylan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hand-that-signed-the-paper/
