Beckon

Dividing and dividing 
Each into cells 
in all the word's meanings 
Shouting over walls 
while bricking them higher 

Divided, you against me 
Me against a simplistic 
reading of reality 

My fault who I was but 
I splintered him off me 
Broke him into shards 
and snide barbs 
against the walls and floors 
and ceilings of identity 

The vanishing voices 
keep returning 
A poem that was singular 
dividing, keeps dividing 

An army of agitation unleashed 
Who summoned who 
with what beckon 

What wretched aspect 
runs me down to reckon