Like a crane
With the snout of a shark,
One long, rubbery leg
Longing to be held, hefted,
While the silver head,
Flat and merciless as prairie,
Pounces upon the quaint nail,
Pounds it out of existence,
Or at least out of visibility,
The body entire arcing
As an extension of the arm
Of this wielder, this worker,
Maker of fragile monuments.
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