4972. JIM GOTS MANY HANDS

JIM GOTS MANY HANDS

The raft was gliding slowly down the stanchion;

waterways glistened like a marbly breast, sweaty

and moist. Here was the capacious do-gooder, the

rhymer of some Tennessee himself, charming another

falsehood snake. Those two crazy guys with all

their fake theatrics, trying to steal money from

kinfolk and kith. Those Hungerfords and 

Gangerwaites, all that stuff I'll not remember.

I'm just not good with names : and other things

like this  -  money, reputation, slime, bullets,

glory, guns, paintbuskets, extra shoes. I

don't know where all this lands me, but 

all's I know is Jims gots many hands;

Jim here gots many hands.