Cupboard Glove

He dreamt a dream where a hand appears 
that doesn’t command, but obeys. 
He practices with simple tasks,
controls it with his gaze.

This hand of glory quickly learns
to open the biscuit tin
and throw not half, or just the one,
but seven, or eight, or ten.

He begins to dribble at the thought
of what he can do on his own.
In the cupboard, in the kitchen,
there’s a massive roasted bone.