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Farther away, where the cars 
are all painted dull black,
        and the
         leaves on the ground
           have
           already died,
      that is where the
       walls are being built.

Strong walls. Walls of
impregnable fortitude. 
    Walls that will
        never be
          overcome.

Behind them, that
is where I shall be.
        Hidden.
         Forgotten.
Put aside to live
      with all the
        other people
         behind these stones.

We will be quiet here.
Dwelling thoughts lost
        in managing
        individual funeral pyres.
Outside these fortified rocks
      will be the footsteps
      of people who do 
       not care to see
         anything beyond
         what they feel is
         marvellously important.
Pecking fingers on their
       cell phones
       in their peculiar, solitary
       way of being a
          "community".

We might hear them
    from time to time,
distant sounds
    that penetrate the
      rock fed monster
      we have built to
       surround our
         last moments.

Water falls in a
    rainfall of passion.
Cups hold liquids
    that are never drunk.
We share the same
    determined falling,
ending up the same
    kind of dead.

Goodbye people
      outside our walls.
Thank you for
       peering at us
        once in awhile.
And now the Biblical gates
       are opening.
Now the walls around
       us are shattered.
Leaving here, we
    become the pictures
        on an internet page;
where people will
      write R.I.P. in
        the comments.
A like button
    will be pressed,
       as they move on
        to the next entry.

Conversations over.
Memories diffused.

Stones from the wall
    fashioned into tombstones.
Names etched on them,
       and some plastic flower arrangements
         all that remains.