Build the Wall

there is a wall
between us and a horde—
mass of angels come to usher us all 
at once
back to nothing
reclaim any hope 
of our redemption and seize
our claims to absolution
that we still stake

in place of brick-and-mortar
dried foliage fallen to a destiny of 
trampled red flakes
phyllo-fragile stick legs
scraping out rasping squeaks in past nights
hold together wet air inflating vocal sacs 
thin as life
croaking out songs for millennia
hollow bones
and droplets 
frozen into impossible fractals
millions of times over

that's it
that's all that stands between us
and the long careless nothing

and look
the wall wavers