Something There Is ...
Something there is that doesn't love a wall ...
                                              - Robert Frost
copyright © 2019 by Robert L. Blau


I won.  Everyone said I couldn't.  But I did.  As usual.  And thanks to me, everyone won.

"Sir, I think you should see this."

Ah, my chief of staff.  The ultimate worry-wart.  I wave him off.  We have our great, big, beautiful wall, and the rapists, criminals, and terrorists who would overwhelm our society are locked out.

"Sir, I really think you need to see this."

Oh, pish-tosh.  The barbarians are thwarted.  The wolf has been banished from the door.  Civilization and virtue are secured and exalted.

"Sir, they're everywhere.  Your attention is urgently required."

Fiddle-faddle.  Let "them" be wherever they can be.  They won't get through this wall!  Goodness and Righteousness are assured.  The good people are secure.  Um, who or what are these "they," by the way?

"Israelites, Sir.  They've surrounded the city.  And one of them has some kind of horn."

A horn?  Indeed?  Let 'er rip, I say.  It is to laugh.  Such a Nervous Nellie.  The great city of Jericho is utterly safe behind my big, beautiful wall.