Steve Turner


The Nail Man - Poem by Steve Turner

Which one was it
that held the nails
and then hammered them
into place?

Did he hit them
out of anger,
or a simple
sense of duty?

Was it a job
that had to be done,
or a good day's work
in the open air?

And when they
clawed past bone
and bit into wood,
was it like all the others,
or did history
shudder a little
beneath the head
of that hammer?

Was he still there,
packing away his tools,
when 'It is finished'
was uttered to the throng,
or was he at home
washing his hands
and getting ready
for the night?

Will he be
among the forgiven
on that Day of Days,
his sin having been slain
by his own savage spike?


Comments about The Nail Man by Steve Turner

  • (9/30/2009 8:28:00 PM)


    How interesting... I guess I've never really thought of the man who was the nailer... Was he a drone or was he a passionate soldier, believing what he did to be right? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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