The wall is massive, of solid stone, hard, finished;
yet it oozes The wall is smooth, new and old, durable,
and yet it is crannied, and through the mute fault drips
a drop, a beast, a moss The wall performs its role,
it borders, blocks, separates, it hides, it obstructs,
and yet it has to do this, it protects, sustains the insect
100%, it laments, supports decision, is accounted for to
the bare bone, it pierces water, it has just allowed this
hand which inscribed to go through, it brings mortality
to mind: Here fell 
              Here lived
              Here passed
              Here died