wall – other animals

In the morning you can reach out and see on the breeze in the mind the damp stone tightening straps keep him in place the pain in his cell the confession conversion meaningless at this point or the life by the sea rough stone grey the children I pushed through and lined up in the earth and the cliffs so beautiful lonely one time one town on the frontier barely built I can still smell new cut wood that simple home sun creeping through seams in the wall another sunny place warm weather sweet breeze always fetching writing down his many thoughts the wine was good

and where will we end up with the self-study course like the sound of a faulty radio through the wall leaning dangerously out the window at highway speeds

from beyond the massive wall our simple ancestors adored born to be on the back of a truck falling off into dirty hands while the sun lies to itself about a song that puts the world back in shape buried under plastic leaves