The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Blood Bond

Brick by brick by brick
the wall goes up
strong as stubbornness,
lasting longer.

Ruddy mortar
blends without a ripple,
compromised eternity
in every course,
strength in every seam.

Masons build by generations,
sons upon their sons,
grow old, then older
climbing up and coming down.

Wall could be built
high enough to crumble
from its own weight.


361 ®Copyright 1974 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.