Fingering By Aida Bode

Fingering

So, which finger of morality should I exploit?
can I disentangle from this spinning quoit?
a digit offers cover along with failure behind it
satisfies an insult and bids a spurious chit.

What would humanity be without its hands;
fingers a plenty, a circle that expands?
for every travesty needs someone to impute, 
while the human chest is thrown down a chute.

Fingering garbage is a mission so green.
free-will must safely be flushed in latrine
we have to devote for the sake of morals 
species evolve in the monarchy of quarrels

Aida Bode is an Albanian poet and writer. She holds an MA in English and Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. See her website, www.aidabode.com, for her extensive publishing history.