Dedicated to A,
Who has always had a heart for the world.
My heart has become
At some point
A delicate and fragile thing
An object d'art
instead of a Workmans tool
What happened to the vigor
The strength and resilience?
What made me wish to display
My grease stained wrenches
My mauled hammer
My pneumatic jack stand
And in the display
To observe myself
To seek to polish out
the well earned dings and scratches
And how did I not know
that all this sanding and polishing
Would remove too much
And the metal would lose it’s strength
So break out the welders boys
And invest in brazing rods as well
We’re not in this for a perfect bead.
We’re building Workmans tools
So fit it comfortably to the hand
And make it strong and powerful
And fuck any and all aesthetic
Except that which truly follows function
Build up a heart for war
And weld to it a mind which can process
And an ear to hear
And eyes to see
And feet to go
And arms to hold
And let our battles be won
Let us turn all the power of our new pneumatic hearts
to the world
And lets effect some cures
And lets listen to those who are hurting more
And lets see those who are in pain
And lets go to where they are
And let us hold out our arms.
For even if the mind can not find a solution,
It can understand the problem
And even if our arms can not overcome the enemy
We can wrap them around those who have been injured
And in this way our hearts can feed each other
And grow strong
Stronger than the enemy
Stronger than our fears
Stronger than ourselves
And in this way, we will return
To the one true God,
To the only true God,
Who is Love
For all
And nothing more.