Brick by brick and stone by stone
my soft clay matter is grey.
Around my brain’s home, a fence ~
today you cannot break in.
Your face I can’t remember
as December’s cold and bleak.
Once love burned, like hot embers ~
dismembered, I’m weak and frail.
My iron blood, slag from steel
aggregated thoughts I have.
An unheated kiln, my mind’s
Stone by stone and brick by brick
My Great Wall is now crumbling.