LAY me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar. Let me pry loose old walls. Let me lift and loosen old foundations. Lay me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike. Drive me into the girders that hold a skyscraper together. Take red-hot rivets and fasten me into the central girders. Let me be the great nail holding a skyscraper through blue nights into white stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |