Unforeseen 
    Before we buried him, no one thought
    to trace around his hand.

    It would have been an easy thing to do
    if you could stand his fingers cold, stiff:
    just a piece of paper underneath
    and pen or pencil.

    I don't think there's anybody
    could half imagine in a million years
    how much since he died we've argued
    over just how big his hands were.

    It's hard to know when you need to
    what it is you're going to want.

                          Reid Bush