cookie season is open

The people built the wall 

With their hands in their pockets 

Brick by brick 

Lifted over heads bowed low

Then they tore it down 

Hands bleeding 

Icy feathers 

Biting frost 

Snow stained red 

With years we lost 

Freezing blankets of winter snow 

Gnawing hunger 

Kings brought low   

Watch the fire through wavy glass 

See the shadows 

Bury the past 

Gaze upon distorted flames 

Glowing embers 

Burning names