POEM: A Whole In The Wall

The man
Reproached
With muscles taut
Just as I stood up
With a plank beyond question
A clear-cut match
To the breach in the wall
As an unwanted chink in won's wooden amor
As if adore rendering useless
In efface of stock aid
An other bull
Only offering
Stiff
To mortals unlike
As can and able
Mirrorly as allot of frat aside
Thinking knot necessarily
Doing the best they clan
As the beam in his I gleaned
He commanded
In some grate atone
For his manly timber back
Or he would forest me into much the sane stand
Or abettor yet a fence of steal
As he was
The executer of my
And equity would be his
Bye this I had already gotten board
Having lumbered away
And considered the whole madder
As water under the bridge
That I was building
From a hole in the wall

This poem tells the story of someone taking a wooden plank from a barricade. At first glance, this may appear to be a destructive act. Yet, this singular action links two positive enterprises: creating a hole in a wall that divides and transforming that barrier into a bridge. The threat of “The man,” doubtless backed up by a passel of formal and powers, is rendered irrelevant by the more nimble plank-gleaner and bridge-builder. Could this be a tale of wagging the dog that is rule?

This poem also gives a tip of the hat to “The wall,” which has gained iconic with the Pink Floyd album of the same name. Here is a sampling of lyrics from that iconic album:

All alone, or in two's,
The ones who really you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.

And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your against some mad bugger's wall.

Banging your against the apparatuses of the may seem feudal to sum, yet this may be the most humane response-ability given the alternative of simply being banged by an unjust quo — and banged in places not limited to the .

May you in great take advantage of too for one specials that make for a world where one side fits all.

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