This will destroy
That
Which broods
Stone to stone
A dead labor
For the innocent
Who will be struck
Unfinished
Then raised
Beyond
Their words
To cope
Bring
The singing hammer
Home
A pleasant working
Speak the building marrow
Constant in its coursing
A shield
Atop a door
Is blank of ciphers
Leading
That is the way
To walk
A chisel
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
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