bodies like bricks

I dreamed of a man; a man who looked quite like myself.

He was stacking bodies like bricks, building a wall to keep out the world,

Bodies of the living and of the dead; lovers and foes alike.

In between each, he added a layer of mortar made of equivocation and compromise.

He spackled his wall-grave with all his mistakes to glue together the corpses and keep the world out.