Ode to a Claw Hammer

Back when all angels were male, the hammer was the first perfect androgyne.

Mounted on a pegboard, it still looks almost aerodynamic, poor thing.

This is no claw, but a pair of legs strong enough between them to give birth to nails.

Or rails that forgot to run parallel, converging on a vanishing point that’s much too close:

the train’s stuck in station & the hammer keeps trying to hop on its one flat foot.