A Nail Comments

You have three poems about humble inanimate objects humans have invented for their uses: a nail, a screw and a #2 pencil. These things are just things, inert, unresonant, merely objects, until you animate them with almost frightening vividness. In some ways, I'm reminded of protests against our treatment of domesticated animals, who are abandoned after being worked to death. Remember the old, tired being beaten by its owner in Turin, witnessing this scene led to Nietzsche's final breakdown - his compassion was so overwhelmed his mind collapsed. I have just finished re-reading your three poems in succession and the experience was so vivid I thought of the Nietzsche connection.