The Wall Cycle (Poems)

 

The Defenders

They wanted to build a wall.

They started building a wall.

They built a wall,

Separating them from the Others.

They put Defenders on the wall

                To keep them safe,

                To keep them still;

Half cold and half fearful, they were shaking;

Hungry and speedy and sleepy.

At the beginning they were scared;

Not planning to be brave,

Just doing what they’re told,

Isolated from the wider world;

All days – the same,

All people – the same,

With little variations,

In the same place:

                The place you eat;

                The place you shit;

                The place you work;

                The place you sleep.

Their eyes filled with tears every time someone would stop and talk to them

                … it suddenly seemed like the greatest act of compassion and empathy

                They would ever encounter.

Longing to be back.

HOME

The Profet

He was a brave man.

He was a loving man.

He was a king.

He was an athlete.

He was a good man.

He was trusted.

Also: he was the biggest fucking liar in the whole world.

 

Waiting for the Change

Cold is a premonition of death.

Sleep is a premonition of death.

Living is a premonition of death.

 

Flow

Today will be the same as yesterday.

Tomorrow will be the same as today.

Days passing. Camouflaging from life.

 

The End

As I write this, it’s the last Friday in the world.