The Orphan

like a wall with many hearts

touching one another

they were advancing

 

another wall in front of them

was pressing their chests

under a scorching sun

one stone was attached to each foot

growing like a snowball

rolling downhill

 

the gates united

opened face to face

the hearts came back home

in separate rooms

stones sat quiet over stones

 

only the arms were still hurting

like branches torn down

from a barren tree

 

near the cemetery wall

a child scratched with a pebble

a big sun