Life Line

That life line
slanting the hand
scored deep
and true
betokening
straight rush heading on,
heading down,
a long way down
a long straight trail
bred deep there
etched and paved
at inception
wide, thick, deep and true
rushing on the palm
pressing unbroken in
to no swerve
no detour
no action
just a palm killing life
line hand thing, scoring

and no other palm
strong enough to press
and deflect
such straight destiny
bought and paid for 
long before
at high price
for one so poor.

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