by Theo Huxley

I’ve loved. I’ve lost. I’ve wept and laugh’d.

I’ve seen horror, new worlds and past.

I’ve seen the face of tortured souls.

I’ve seen how the ocean surges and lolls.

I’ve seen the boiling desert sand.

I’ve seen the last men, brave men stand

And fight to the death. I’ve seen it all

But never, shall I, see the wall

On which, you, bored, lean, lovely, tall-

And if I traipse through land and sea

I’ll never find that part of me.