♠ Poetry Sketches A to D ♠

Crumbling bricks

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Crumbling bricks

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Bricks made with sweat,
forged in fire,
laid by hands for hire,
crumble.

Forgotten as the men that
made them,
laid them,
lived within them.

Now spirits all,
the men,
the bricks,
return to clay.


Kåre Enga

8 oktober 2002