Walls

I’ve built walls, and torn them down.

I’ve torn walls down, but rebuilt them.

In the end, it becomes clear that the sheltered man is the safe man.

Good fences make good neighbors, but what about great walls?

I lug around this body of bricks, shedding mortar tears.

This pain-filled paste binds blocks together as I pile them high.

I’ve been cast in the role of the fool far too oft, but no longer.

Brick by brick by brick, I pile them long.

Brick on brick on brick, I pile them high.

Remus leapt my wall once, leaving blood on my hands,

but I’ve learned since then.