The Gifts

Today I put on
a hot red blood
today people love me
a woman smiled at me
a girl gave me a shell
a child gave me a hammer

Today I kneel on the pavement
and nail to the sidewalk
the bare white feet of passersby
they are all crying
but no one is afraid
they all stay where I put them
they are all crying
but gaze up at the heavenly ads
and a beggar woman selling sweetbreads
in the sky

Two of them whisper
what’s he doing is he nailing our hearts?
yes he’s nailing our hearts
well then he must be a poet