I’ve been forced to write

About a brick wall.

With nose an inch from the bricks

Who could tell

Whether they are confined within the wall

Or banished to the outside.

 

It’s getting late

the time has come to write

Of love and of freedom, of all of us.

Of every branch, every bird on the branch

Each feather, and its reason to exist.

 

Atoms -words- become songs; become tattoos

Get sprayed on walls and writ large on banners 

They occupy university tracts

And only they can form a sacred text.

 

Touching my illegible tombstone

It is right to say I will not vanish 

Believe me, it’s the bricks that must vanish.