The heavy hand

Ten thousand pounds of...
Squash power.
Creating and with the same flesh destroying.
The many shapes that Jacob fantasized about.
Each part a tool, a part of creation.
A perfect formula.
The heavy hand comes down close enough to a mountain for comparison.
Under clouds it´s size it moves across the plains raising the rye.
And we put them together and we put our hearts on our sleeves.
Touch would be nothing without them.
Those that read the future in them feel the weight.
Used in the ritual of love and in the closure of hate.