The Hammer, Nail, and Piece of Wood
I took a hammer and a nail
And one small piece of wood,
And with the hammer nailed the wood
As hard as one man could.
The hammer screamed, “You hit my nose!”
“You rotten nail!” it said.
“No, I did not!” the nail replied,
“You hit me on the head!”
And while the tools were quarreling,
The wood said nothing, dead.
J.P. Celia‘s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in such places as Rattle, Barrow Street, First Things, Tar River Poetry, The Lyric, The Rotary Dial, Defenestration, and elsewhere. He lives in Florida with his family.