There has been
a bit of a break in the wall.
More like a fissure,
a thin crack.
leaking out of it.
It isn’t blood. Not water
or oil or sewage,
those classic fluids
usually found at disaster sites.
It may not even be a
liquid in spite of
those spreading stains
around the crack
which now seems to be
opening wider and perhaps
that’s a sound coming from it,
a sustained howling or maybe
someone’s idea of a song. Nothing
I recognize from my long memory
of this holiday or all the years
Something is getting out
that’s been walled up for years.
Maybe something we knew was there,
but which used to operate
from the relative cover of the wall
that’s now cracking. Something
we knew was there but tried
to forget and now there’s a crack
and it’s getting out and we
preferred it when we could pretend
it wasn’t back there at all. Maybe
the fireworks finally
shook it loose. Maybe we shouldn’t
have been so quick and lax about
setting so many small fires and laughing
at the explosions which followed. Maybe
we leaned on the wall for support
too hard and too long.