Resolution of the Identity of Crisis of Tweezers

The tweezers are joined
Two opposites together
To a single purpose

I take them together
Pressed tight 'tween finger and thumb
Read to grip. It is the mouth of a corocodile
Swimming smoothly forward with firm intentions
On a hold. Snap!
It is the click of shining enamel.
His smell is hidden as an animal underwater.

I turn the tool delicately
So the pinch is up and release
Its tension. Points swerve upwards
Into antlers of a gazelle
Picking the end with with a nail
Makes a clack.
It is the impact of fighting horns.
His taste is what he's been eating, as with all animals.

I twist the two together
where they seem to become one
in an instant. It has killed the others
at once with a spear
As if striking its target with
Deadly force, it tongs
The reverberation of a long-shafted weapon.
Its heft is easy like all good tools.

The name of the tweezers is real
Because they do what was intended
And I recognize the features.