Line of Hadrian’s Wall

I live on a line
A thin division between now and always.
A boundary, thick with blood.
It is a high line
Drawn with the ink of glory.
A precipice for men to step over,
Punished for going to far.
The wind of years
Batters the line
But it never wavers.
It is all that has happened and all that remains.
I live on a line.
I am careful to toe it.