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