A Wall


Something there is that doesn't love a wall.

"A wall I do not love," groans the brick,
"I would rather be a house
for fathers and and children
to be together warm and safe."

"A wall I do not love," murmurs the mortar,
"Together I bring brick to brick,
stone upon stone, it is not my way
to divide the earth, each against each."

"A wall I do not love," hisses the gila,
"Me and mine have prowled the sand, shrub and cactus
from before the brown, red or white
came to trouble me & my kind.

"A wall I do not love," I say,
"Around hearts and minds a wall to wall out fear
walls in fear, with fear to excuse
Standing idly by, hoping only others suffer a wall."

Something there is that doesn't love a wall.

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