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for John Dixon
Given his druthers, Lefty Beale
would have kept both hands, but
he grew right proud of the shiny
state-of-the-sixties gripper
they fitted him after
the lab explosion. Company to the bone
and son of a mine super who fought
the U.M.W., he wouldn't have sued
if F.Lee and all his crew
had parachuted in. And Lefty
got to wear it
fishing trips where he roused us
before good daylight beating
that two-pound steel hook up
against the cabin door. After
the cancer ate away his soft
parts he rose with that blinding
stainless crab and beat upon the gate
of New Jerusalem.
And They took him in.
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