sinking stones in venice

dipping dry sticks in milk
there will be no fire starting
we rub these broken limbs together
hopeful grasshopper

we try to break others down
besmirch the architecture
say: these are not bricks
this is not a building

but the breath is curtailed
standing in the lobby
judging the whole blueprint
ants decrying the implacable wall

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