I remembered today that I used to post up audio of me reading these poems. That was fun. I'm thinking I might start making video readings of the poetry. But for today, it is exclusively print. Without further ado:
The Little Hammer
Here is a stone set on a stone
and a million others
building reverence where
men are still men.
An exclusive world of gray rooms and gray-haired
lords strolling in the confidence of
black. Here is a stack of floors
holding all the sorrows of a city.
Here are the people caught
in all the nets of imperfection.
Here are the echoes of isolation.
Here the little hammer will fall.