Steel nails

they have  heads

but never full

they are always brainless

strong as a bull

some, hard as concrete

some, bend as you hit

armless and a leg

can stand deep like a peg

even a decade of time

they can hold the heaven

and the limitless sky

wounded deeply often

the shelves of your thinking

put in place they must

their death can be hastened

by the shedding of rust

then the world will be seen

crumbling down and tumbling

and your coffin will be built

with this sharp and pointed thing

their brainless flat head

will be hardly hit

with a stroke of a hammer

into the wooden meat