A back–taken aback;
The hand, in perfect time,
Takes its fingers up the spine.
The sluggard’s lazy want for food
Has the vertebrae protrude
Stones–on which to step,
Till icy fingers reach the neck.
The hand–a hand given
Slides its fingers into hair
And curls them tight about what’s there.
The procrastinator’s aversion to work,
Brought to focus as head is jerked—
A body in fearful shake,
Told life’s ambition WILL be slaked.
A neck—annexed to head.
The hand, now out of time,
Imposes sentence on the crime.
A once indolent workshy sloth,
Throttled by a grip of wroth;
Work—it WILL be done…
Before the other kingdom comes