My Love For Tools

I have a thing for tools
I like the way
they chop and snip
and crush and twist
and burrow into solid things
My inner house needs work
and tools remind me
what to do
keep cutting through
the straps   more...that tug and slice my wings
Each one a work of art
a song of
functionality
Banality is cured by their application
They want naught for themselves
except an oiling
now and then
a straightened bend
soft cloth of appreciation
I show them off sometimes
to guests expected
and those not
They don't get it
They don't see the tool's perfection
How can I let them live?
That's why I keep tools on the wall
should need arise for
impromptu vivesection  less