No Limits

by David Subacchi

What use dry stones
dug from hard soil
to be piled one on another.
Sheep pay little attention.

They observe no limits.
We mark wool
and clip ears
for convenience.

But they go where they will
clambering over
all obstructions
on empty hillsides.

Bleating their protests
weaker than birdsong
or the hum
of passing traffic.

Why speak of preservation
for walls built to divide.
Touch them and they fall.
Let them lie in ruins.

 

David Subacchi lives in Wales (UK) where he was born of Italian roots. He studied at the University of Liverpool. He has five published collections of his English Language poetry and one in Welsh. You can find out more about David at https://www.writeoutloud.net/profiles/davidsubacchi.