Lay me on an anvil, O God. 
Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar. 
Let me pry loose old walls. 
Let me lift and loosen old foundations. 

Lay me on an anvil, O God. 
Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike. 
Drive me into the girders that hold a skyscraper together. 
Take red-hot rivets and fasten me into the central girders. 
Let me be the great nail holding a skyscraper through blue nights into white stars.