I took my trumpet 
one day in May 
and decided to blow - 
so I huffed and I 
puffed and I 
blew and blew - I 
blew in their faces I 
blew in their hair I 
blew up their noses and 
in their mouths I 
blew in their eyes 
and I watched the walls 
tremble and shake 
and I heard their cries 
from within their cells 
the poor prisoners held 
fast in their arms

and the brass of my trumpet 
beamed in the sun 
the tide of air came 
crashing down -

I held my trumpet 
bright in my hand 
as the air flew around them 
their walls of adamant 
fragile like reeds

and I blew and I blew
blasting my seeds
till they rooted and grew
and the taller the trees
the slighter the wall
till, the day I stopped blowing
it wasn't there at all.
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