I get pliers
climb to the crucifix
on a wobbly
chair
pull out
the nails
one by one
(real little nails for his little hands)
I tell him
he is free now
flee...fly
go to
Heaven
But Christ
He just lay there
in an agony
not knowing
which way was Heaven
...any more.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-saviour-for-scarlett/
