Against the Wall

Against the wall, down the street, cuts on my face, brick scraping cheek. spread eagle I stand, accusations to my head. "Pollution of the system," accuser said. Graffiti on the wall, message reads: "An injustice was done"; someone will bleed! Maybe today, could be tonight, threats of conflict make me uptight. Tasting the mortar, smelling the brick, what binds this crowded wall I stick? Who's all here? Is no one free? Fingertips touch another, positioned like me. It's my mother, sister, my secret lover, My father, family, friends, and brother. A firing sqaud marches, could be shot? Early in the morning, soon it will be hot. Maybe turn to a brick or a mortar that binds, Holding movements toward freedom of every kind. Up against the wall down on the street, Cuts on my face, brick scraping cheek.