Dammed

I am thinking of a brick wall,

hiding danger within scandalous imagery.

Walls upon walls.

High, low, immoderately

profuse,

scored with illusory murals,

scorch bled graffiti,

wicked symbols,

unclean, unpurified.

Trauma reverberates,

messes with circuitry,

irreverent irreconcilable

discrepancies

in cellular reproduction,

glitches and stammers

in data processing.

A wall. I am building,

brick by painful brick

cemented with blood and pus,

tall, thick, obscuring

day and night,

laughter and warm embrace,

secret words of consolation

hidden in humor and homilies.

Walls stand

ready for bombardment,

awaiting destiny of chaotic rubble

when history reaches

critical mass.