TranslatorA Poem by PeteThe walls that fence our fields, as well as modern Rome, and not less the Parthenon itself, are all built of ruins. - ThoreauDuncan Regehr - “At Blinders Wall” She tries to tear down my transparent walls. Walls I've spent a lifetime building. With the mortar still wet. The tears long since dry. My heart burned in effigy. Trying to get me to join her. She can't win. Only dance in sin with her shackles. I have a golden trowel and all the time in the ancient world. I neither hold the key nor ... ... speak her language .... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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