
“The Mourne Wall”
Pivot around a structure that stretches on
There seems no end in it
Hard to tell what is being kept out and kept in
Meant to guard against harm
But harm boils up when idly walking by
Sinister sadness picks away
Left with an expanse of nothingness
Room enough for all of the pain
All of it
Then a bit more
Walking along the wall
Again uncertain of which side is the right side to be on
Frost contended that good fences make good neighbors
Impassible, endless walls make great hermits