Not Elves, Exactly
 
Something there is that likes a wall,
that likes it spiked and likes it tall,
 
that likes its pikes’ sharp rows of teeth
and doesn’t mind its victims’ grief
 
(wherever they come from, far or wide)
as long as they fall on the other side.

Michael Burch
 
If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Michael Burch would be pleased to hear them.