Breached Wall
what if we do
not finish the wall
and the inmates
lurch barefoot
on frosty
ground, snapping grass stems
with calloused
feet?
what would we
have found
in the grass, in
that season –
could we not
hold it all,
all that we
needed to?
everything
escapes –
their words,
breath frosty from mouths
unused to being
open –
the air they are
astonished to breathe
who cares how
long it happens
so long as it
does
as they stumble
towards the ocean
hands
outstretched to the field and the stars
and the bricks
that we compose in our minds
and patiently
cement
one above the
other, ideas once so exciting
that stick
one drop of a
chemical
one star of hope
so what was shut
up, inevitable
is flexible as
rope
who cares that
the choppers are overhead
and the seabirds
–
they will find
nests and hangars
as we struggle
towards empty space
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