The Great Wall of Mexico
The eighteen wheeler tortoise stepped,
jerked, fell back into place:
How can we do this day after day?
The Ozarks grow steeper, brush grass greyer,
mice grow bolder inside our walls.
Some days you need to wear a helmet, fatigues.
Others, paper and pen well do,
a tablet perhaps, a way to form context.
Why not words to combat fallacy,
To write on a wall when there is no need for a wall,
Or simple meditations to dissolve conflict?
In the battle of bullies and bullying leadership,
In the battle of superegos.
In the battle of grenade popping automatic weapon thinkers…
The semi reaches the top of the ridge,
Lowers its gears, slowly winds its way down to the hollow.