I will build you a wall
with the head
of every enemy
(mounted) nailed
to a spike
at the top
(where Jericho bleeds
in silent
torture [watching the cycles
recurrent])
I will confound your eyes (or at least
what remains
of a wandering
wounded
mind)
w/ Russia, Russia, Russia (xxx) betwixt (and behind) the scenes
I will dig up
your cold war
(bag of) bones
to wage war (anew)
only to bury them
(beyond the burn point) again
I will invade your heart
with the suffered cross
of all past lovers (or bread leavened)
to leave you stained
with a message
you never agreed to buy
to begin with (bargain basement blowout
slow to surface)
sold down
the river
with a {soiled} bill
of dead-end goods
(bad gods gone worse)
I will burden you
with (barbwire)
Berlin
bombs
and Chinese (water teasing/twisted fingers)
bricks
in this stone age (final days) of division
(make a wish/write a law/
cross your heart/ hope to die (or sigh
or sing on high
hey, hallelujah)/
hold your breath
until you’re blue (clownish hue)
in the face
to match the (ocean view) flood
of this blood-let
(me down
easy
now)