The air, gently stirred.
Somewhere a soldier.
A wall being built.
Brick to mortar: Mortar to brick.
Slowly it rises and stands.
A hand, bloodied and beaten.
Allows a human a moment rest.
Blood staining it's surface.
The hand falls.
Sliding down the wall.
With it, a body, pushing against it.
Brick to mortar; Mortar to brick.
Years.
A new hand touches the wall.
Placed upon the outline of the blood shadow long erased.
A thought of history cries.
"Remember".
-Alex Weisser
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