Damage

The crackling bricks of the terrorized walls
remain standing simply by default.
For they cannot stand not to stand.

As each crumbling brick begins to fall;
each pebble slowly shifts downward,
the wall still remains, towering upward.

Too massive in the stubborn way that it stands;
in the sultry antagonizing way that it sits.
These mere bricks struggle to reconstruct the walls.
But they cannot. They will not.

For the wind and lightning
and all that have damaged this wall
have done only that. Damaged.
The walls will not come down today.
For they cannot. 
 

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