February 9, 2017

Building off of my February 1, 2017 poem, "Walls" --

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Another Brick In My Wall (Part II)

My friend layers on the mortar,

Placing the starter on display,

Setting in infinite motion,

A flurry of laying more bricks

With breaking and scoring in mind.

Within minutes, I see my friends

Lining up, as I can predict they'd do,

On either side of the frenzy,

Layering in more and more mortar,

As if that is the key to fealty.

Along the way, strangers immigrate

Pick up their trowel, wield their spade,

Make their way into the fray,

Assuming this, defending that,

Enflaming the congregation.

And, all in all, I somehow got lost in the middle.

All in all, we all get lost in the muddle.

The view from the wall contracts,

Squeezes from the edges,

Manages to somehow crush

The stance some might take

To get to consensus.

The friend you know, you know

Has something worthy to admire,

The troll you don't, you know

Is simply there as adversary

And to represent all you loathe.

Meanwhile the posts get longer,

And are easy to collapse,

So that only the truly livid

Stick around, hoping theirs is the last block

Put in place by ram or by lift.

And, all in all, I somehow got lost in the middle.

All in all, we all get lost in the muddle.