11-08-2023, 07:53 AM
Idea Stones (Romulus)
One grows to love a wall although
it be a foppish picket fence
or foolish misplaced Maginot
between my here and others’ thence.
For though I see in mindful eye
lines crossing fields, bisecting trees
dry-fitted stones three cubits high
ensure that what I see, he sees.
So ravished by one’s boundaries
does one become, I’ll fondly slay
a wolf-twin whose contumelies
despise my wall, even in play.
One doesn’t care what you believe–
don’t cross my wall without my leave.
One grows to love a wall although
it be a foppish picket fence
or foolish misplaced Maginot
between my here and others’ thence.
For though I see in mindful eye
lines crossing fields, bisecting trees
dry-fitted stones three cubits high
ensure that what I see, he sees.
So ravished by one’s boundaries
does one become, I’ll fondly slay
a wolf-twin whose contumelies
despise my wall, even in play.
One doesn’t care what you believe–
don’t cross my wall without my leave.
Non-practicing atheist