Seen and unseen

Some walls we see,
some walls we don’t.
 
Some walls we build,
stack brick by brick,
lay stone on stone,
I-beam, concrete,
reinforced steel,
and string with care
across the top:
concertina.
 
Some walls we build
on lines unreal,
yet drawn on maps;
artificial divides:
this part is ours –
this part, not yours;
belonging marked
with spikes of steel.
 
Some walls we build
seeking safety,
striving to find
security
through what we touch:
height, depth, and strength
topped by razors
on coils of steel.
 
Some walls we build
to know who’s in         
and who is out,
to show who has
and who has not:
divisions made
and  then enforced
through wire with barbs.
 
Some walls we build
on lines that lie
within ourselves:
gender, class, creed,
nation, sex, race;
diversity
judged and measured
by devil’s rope
 
Some walls we see,
some walls we don’t.Inspiration for this poem came from the reflection Unveiling the Barbed Wire Divide by Theresa Cho.

30 May 2011
New York, New York

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