I finished the back of the cabinet the same
As the front, the part that nobody came
To see or inspect or ever know was there
The details no one sees, that’s the care
The details no one sees, the craftsman knows them
The details no one sees, the craftsman shows them
To himself in the inspection before sign-off
The details no one sees, the real payoff
Is internal, it’s the knowledge that the thing
Is complete in every part, the ring
Of the full standard all the way around
The details no one sees, that’s the sound
Of real craftsmanship, it doesn’t need the crowd
The craftsman who only works when someone’s allowed
To watch him isn’t working to the standard
The details no one sees, that’s the answer
To the question of what separates the craft
From the performance of the craft, the half
And whole of it, the details no one checks
The details no one sees, the craftsman’s specs