The wall is falling down.

Photograph is "Kaleidoscope Reverie" by alexiuss. 

The bricks are chipping off.

The mortar is a flaky crust

grinding into greyish dust

puffing like a sickly cough.

Stairs sag beneath the weight

of bricks and dirt and bottle caps.

Sometimes they creak. They will collapse,

split by gravity and fate.

It's just a matter of time,

‘til the wood has rotted away,

‘til the wall, long past its day,

is just a memory of grime.

The wall is falling down, falling down.

Soon it will be completely through:

and the last brick will hit the ground

freed at last to be something new.