To Make A Song To Sing About Walls

Is this the wall, the very wall, where Beowulf
smashed the monster’s head, forcing the creature Grendel
to create, to make a song, to sing about walls?

I don’t know if this is where Grendel sang the words:

“The wall will fall to the wind as the windy hill
will fall, and all things thought in former times:
Nothing made remains, nor man remembers.
And these towns shall be called the shining towns!”

I can’t say it’s not. There are some dark shadows here.

If this is the wall where a monster sang a song
would anything of the singing or song remain?

In the way the bricks crumble or rust forms on pipes?

In the way the wild flowers reach from shadow to sun?

In the way I stop, look twice, raise my camera?

Is this the wall, the very wall, where Beowulf
smashed the monster’s head, forcing the creature Grendel
to create, to make a song, to sing about walls?

There are some pretty flowers here. I can’t say it’s not.

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First of all, please: Nobody sue me!

The lyrics of Grendel’s Song
were written by John Gardner,
of course, from his great book
“Grendel” and all the links are in
the first link below,
‘Now Sing Of Walls! Sing!’

Second, I took this photo early
this morning when I went to
check on the sparrow living in
the giant abandoned “S.” If
this is the wall where Beowulf
fought Grendel, then that battle
happened just a block away from
where a sparrow, now, decided to
build a home in a big “S.” It makes
you wonder: What’s going
to happen next around here?


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