How to read palms

Hold the palm,
Caress like the leaves
Over wind,
But,
Ignore the hardness,
Of the skin,
The sound of metal,
Or their softness,
The Battles with ink,
The crooked nails,
The triggers they pulled,
Some rounded and polished,
Fine parlour gossips,
Tobacco stains,
Clouds of thought,
Hardened pulps,
Codes of will,
Blakened and burned,
Coals they hoarded,
Or the soups poured,
Tummies filled,
Cuts and bruises,
Broken fuses,
Ignore them all,
Trace the lines on
The palms,
Folds of skin,
When the embryo
was developing,
cook up their future,
And past,
By the length of the
Fold marks