David Policar 1997
We cling to rock and live from meal to meal.
Behind our fortress walls, prepared for danger,
We hone our swords, stand fast against the stranger,
And face each other's walls with eyes of steel.
We live estranged from joy when it departs,
But seeds drift past the walls we're busy shaping.
We nurture them unknowing, then stand gaping
At wild weeds growing rampant in our hearts.