under red and violet vespers
the wire coils scatter horseflies
lingering like tiny concertina suns

against the freshly painted (again)
wall where ivy and woe, not epitaph
have taken root - has anyone else

taken root as a hedge of evergreen
thorn, branch, leaf, bramble and spike
within, perpetual scorching air guides

most people raise colossal battlements
to keep the enemy abroad - finding peace
I build, improve, expand and fortify
so that the enemy remains within.