Like silverfish skittering from the light
like marbles dropped from a bag,
like fish exploding from the closed fist of the school.

You cannot hold us back forever.
There are not bags enough in the world for all our heads.

This wall will fall some day.
Maybe not in my lifetime, maybe not in yours.
But some day.

Some day we’ll use great chunks of it for throwing stones
Some day we’ll picnic with our children on it.
Some day we’ll sink sections of it to make a reef.

Fish will weave their colorful flags around the rebar
and brain coral will leach nutrients from the stone
you have so unwisely sown
down the middle of this city.


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