Ghosts of the Great Wall

 after Everything's Shiny - My Walk Along The Wall


Shoulder to shoulder
the men are bent 

bricking the inches

down the narrow ridge
that cleaves the earth
from azure heaven,
blind to the sky 

and the arrow-headed

peaks marching away
by giant zigzags into
the future of the Wall

over which they are
bent bricking – into
which they are inching.