Which one was it <br />that held the nails <br />and then hammered them <br />into place? <br /> <br />Did he hit them <br />out of anger, <br />or a simple <br />sense of duty? <br /> <br />Was it a job <br />that had to be done, <br />or a good day's work <br />in the open air? <br /> <br />And when they <br />clawed past bone <br />and bit into wood, <br />was it like all the others, <br />or did history <br />shudder a little <br />beneath the head <br />of that hammer? <br /> <br />Was he still there, <br />packing away his tools, <br />when 'It is finished' <br />was uttered to the throng, <br />or was he at home <br />washing his hands <br />and getting ready <br />for the night? <br /> <br />Will he be <br />among the forgiven <br />on that Day of Days, <br />his sin having been slain <br />by his own savage spike?<br /><br />Steve Turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-nail-man/
