You throw up a wall, red mortar
Peering over the top, dark eyes
Holding the trowel, building high
Necessary, you say, but why?
Walls obstruct, hide us away
Mortar is mixed with blood
Shed in vain, bled and gone
Is this our absolute? Yes
The wall grows, pain seeps
I ask you to stop, deaf ears
The wall is high, freezing heights
I push hard, mortar holds fast
Your eyes disappear, fire doused
Silence, the wall is absolute
The mortar is blood.
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