The First 6

. . . and the wooden nails

leaped up from their boxes

jumped down from their shelves

hurried to the soldiers and yelled

-pick me pick me

so i can be remembered

and the hammers

tapped the tune

and when the

insurrection was over

a murder of crows gathered

at the base of the pole

the multitude

cawing in

the tatters

of bloody clothes

imagining the

resurrection . . .