The Wall Project

The wall's textures, shapes and muted colours inspired a friend to pen the following poem:

the walls
of the concrete tunnel weep,
gritty remnants
seep
downwards, dripping,
dipping lower
to escape the swell
of gravity-laden
wet air
from the
steel rail heavens
above.

this is not
the work of time;
only the molecular
shake of evolution -
discarding,
rebuilding,
sinking
and expanding
within
the eternal
struggle for balance.
(atoms to ashes,
dust to must)

Lorrie Beauchamp, 2012