Nietzsche’s Hands
Celebrated, the moustache,
And near enough ignored
His “beautiful hands”.
Capable on a keyboard, improvised
A polonaise, his own artistic
Compositions “dull and decent”.
He could see, some, but much swam, out there:
Knives and forks, print, street signs.
Then, his mind made up, he laid about,
Sank immense nets into the cultural acid.
When we winched them back in, on fingertips,
They rippled with rainbows — herring and sprat