In fact, it’s a beautiful thing: expertly made,
the egg of lead in the business end
and the flexible leather braid
leading to a bulb for the hand
and the loop for the jacker’s wrist,
kinetic energy far superior to a fist’s.
It’s perfect also for holding a book
open to a certain page or passage.
How it feels about such work,
we cannot know but can imagine,
being men and wondering, after all—
the thud and crumple, the fall.
In the palm of my left hand, I slap it; then
he in his right, my left-handed, bookish friend.