Palmistry

Lifelines buoying, up bobbing, drown,

the fear for future in their hands,

along with gypsy, that Rose ball,

see crystal meths, addictive fare,

but where now heading, in whose care?

When bones, like necromancy cast,

tea leaves envisioned, saucery,

as if what’s laid out, without choice,

all join to forecast what’s in store,

the stars aligned to tell us more.

Two prayerful hands clasped, supplicant,

as psalm raised from Davidic lore,

some spit and handshake making deal,

a stony thumb press in its wake,

as mason hammers home his stake.

So reading palms, the city, ass -

that devil’s walking parody -

messiah meek, from rural north,

those changes, plans’ expected form,

then handiwork, religion’s storm.

Thus hands stretched out to read the signs,

that lifeline scheming to its end,

in planetary map phalange,

until this stranger line opined,

divine in heavenly zone refined.

The scam, through conversation’s scan,

to learn the background as a trap

of gullible, ’fore hand displayed.

Then follow map where’re it leads,

as fed by creed, pre-planted seeds.