Walls of Mud

We are undone.

We lay scattered through history,

Pierced by our transgressions.

We disassemble each other.

We hack away hoping to find ourselves

Somewhere in the blood.

We self-immolate

So we can sift through the ashes,

Find penance for our crimes,

Proof of our existence.

We scratch at the dirt

For evidence of our passing.

We build walls of mud

To protect what we have destroyed.