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The bent nail stares at me accusingly,
Useless
The Carpenter says nothing as
I place another and drive it in
Hoping to miss the tendons this time
Some of His blood touches me
But I don’t feel blessed
Stephen A. Roberts
This poem was originally published in 2010, as part of the Guernsey Arts Commission's international poetry competition "Poems On The Buses".
