Trigger-Finger

Does the index finger know
The company it keeps
The digit that first discovers
That finger painting spawns imagination
That realizes early on that candy and cake
Is given with the mere point
That competition prizes the lifted "one"
As evidence of achievement
That the assist it provides in softly pinching a child's cheek
The guidance to a pencil
Or the triumphal moment of moving one's Queen into check mate
Might be in preparation
For the gentle swipe of an endless tear

For

It takes only one index finger
To trigger the red button we all fear
Even as we hope such company
Will remain
Unused
Untested
Unrealized