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