man was crucified. He came to the city a stranger, was
accused, and nailed to a cross. He lingered hanging.
Laughed at the crowd. "The nails are iron," he said, "You are
cheap. In my country when we crucify we use silver nails..."
So he went jeering. They did not understand him at first.
Later they talked about him in changed voices in the saloons,
bowling alleys, and churches. It came over them every man is
crucified only once in his life and the law of humanity dictates
silver nails be used for the job. A statue was erected to him
in a public square. Not having gathered his name when he was
among them, they wrote him as John Silvernail on the statue.
Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
from "Chicago Poems", 1916
old same place
© 2013 David B. Nance