BRICKS

Had dinner with
my heroes last night

They told me there was
a house outside for me
an old unfinished house
they had been building
and bricking in for me
a house that I had already
proudly lived in for years

We had wine
bread and fish
miracle food
And they insisted that I eat up

because after dinner
we’d switch places
finally they’d rest
and I’d have to lift it
a whole house
of crosses
and heroes
and tradition

a house whose comfort
I had relished in
without ever thinking
about all the laid bricks
or the backs
it had been built on