Amplified Child
Hands lay bricks
build cities
drum the table
Feet walk the moon
stumble
and ache all too soon
Mouths mumble
jumbled words
and speak across the world
Men fall down and break
yet make whatever they will
Shall anything be impossible
to this amplified child?
Shall anything be left
when we’ve finished with the world?
Just crumbling concrete monuments
when quietness returns?
Copyright © Piers Denholm-Young | Year Posted 2016
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