This Builder
I am a too-quick builder –
one without the weight
of an elbowing canvas bag
of inherited tools –
Mine are not recognisable
as such – no textured grips
of moulded plastic
over cold-formed steel –
My way with these agencies
is by an ill-lightness
of slightest finger touches
on the tablet’s screen –
I chisel and cut without blows
until I slip – step back –
to see – and read – some
over-engineered words –
The curtain rail in our bedroom
dips unattended –
It no longer serves
any purpose