Donnelly – Planting Walls

Planting Walls

You plant trees-
not with wrath
but with forbearance.

You water roots-
not by wells
but by tears.

You gather olives-
not by hand
but by heart.

Your embryonic
children fruitful-

stirring to the hymn
of the wind.

Neither breathing
nor inspiring-

a concrete wall bears no roots.

With no poetry
in its veins
it slithers like

an impassive serpent
across the plane,

blocking out the sun.
Gorging itself on groves

and homes. Where the only
physical evidence remaining
of their existence-

is a front-door key.

Originally published in Recurrence of Blue.
 
 
 

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