My Father's Tools

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It’s a decade since you died,

But they remain, a legacy of sorts, 

Set by your galvanising touch.

I see you in the shape of my hand 

Rummaging for the nail

That crucifies father to son.

extract from NAILS

'Tom Petsinis is a unique voice in Australian poetry – a powerful vision that can accommodate both the music of making and the even stranger shapes of the human heart.'
Jaya Savige, Poetry Editor, Australian Literary Review