Bricks

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1.
i am a brick wall overused and weather grooved;
i have survived my toiling creators without joy--
if ever they spackled joy into my heavy constitution.
my valiant mortar champions on uncracked, unchipped,
but i, a thing of tired pieces, no longer cheer it on.
pass, pass! let me crumble apart in peace.


2.
and: i am sorry how my hollow frame could not
more support provide. filled only with square brick
i sit at a hallway's end gazing silent into void;
we know not of vacuums if they are too empty
or too full, as of myself: a fragile body full of bricks.



oct 2010