my consequence for reticence
is reliance on the happenstance
to chance upon the noble men
who might march around the walls
a hoarder of my solitude
mud bricks serve as fortitude
spy-hiding rahab prostitute
i am both city and the wall
hermetic and impenetrable
no one gets out or in
sealed shut up in mirrored halls
i invite you to break in
massacre my static
take me with your gall
iconoclasts! tear down this mess
leave rubble of once a wall
soldiers soldiers sound the horns!
if you asked me to i'd stop the sun
turn seven days and nights to one
compulse your legs to trace the wall
seventh march on seventh day
incite what's cracking to decay
ozone-tinged stones falling away
shout battle! at the wall
destroy my city grokkingly
beatify dead garden trees
whose suicide leaves were quicker than me
with your tribe i'll leave this wall
soldier lover and destroyer
be obedient and leave the spoils
anoint my dusty streets in oil
walk the ark around this wall
my silence sings false witness
to a falser god
I’m waiting on the altar
flaunting onyx glossed facade
if you want to light the timber
to smith me molten in a bowl
with palmers palm sing gracefully
to the ear-hearts of my wall
