Note: This is part found, part erasure poem. It's source is the e-mail the INSP network sent me about an upcoming movie called The Last Bricklayer in America.
Touching…
enlightening … hope… healing… human spirit
Bricks
in his family business for fifty-seven years.
poured
his
heart…
soul
blood.. sweat…
and tears
into the craft
of forming
and laying bricks…
feels threatened …his skills… no longer
needed…as more
and more…
people desire
instant gratification…
business owners
pride…
low expenses…
quick delivery
of product…
over fine craft.
Henry
loses his passion… for
work… and life
a contract
to make 22,000
bricks
for a new library..
dedicated to his wife.
he feels
he’s just another useless
old man waiting to die.
he meets
thirteen-year-old
Danny Potter.
Danny
has his share of problems, too.
His
parents are separated,
but
when they’re together,
they bicker constantly,
and
Danny can no longer
stand
to be around them.
Disturbed
by
the
upheaval
in
his
life
he
starts
into
trouble
Meeting Henry gives Danny
an escape from
the fighting,
a refuge,
a friend
and mentor.
As Henry’s contract deadline looms,
he and Danny work together,
and they begin the difficult journey of healing.
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