The Fool Claw

To be a hammer's tool
is to be the hand that swings.
All that rings with glamor.

I would like to be the hammer.
To swing myself into nails 
and never fail to feel the trail
of rust and steel I leave
in the behind of a two-by-four 
behind the shed where I keep
my circular jaw. 

We come around again,
we have we will
spill more of this silk
in service of the splinters
we cannot avoid. 

As we become royalty
we feudals
we brood our powers
from our towers
where we are prisoners
of our own device.