Gregory Crewdson, "Untitled (Ophelia)," 2001
You can't crucify a hummingbird.
No matter how hard you try.
But, if by a miracle, you succeed,
the image of it,
the sheer symmetry,
the divine sensibility of its form,
and the Truth that drips like blood from its beak
will snatch up your soul in rapture
and you will weep for the wrath of God,
the Almighty One:
Who cultivates the tusk of the Mammoth?
Who harvests the appetite of the Hawk?