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
–oOo–