Jamie McKendrick Groot Brittannië

 

 

Sky Nails

 

 

That first day, to break me in,

my hardened comrades

sent me scampering like a marmoset

from the topmost parapet

 

to the foreman’s hut

for a bag of sky nails.

The foreman wondered which precise

shade of blue I had in mind.

 

It’s still sky nails I need today

with their faint threads

and unbreakable heads

 

that will nail anything

to nothing

and make it stay.