Piercing the Heavens,
A galvanized marvel wrought by man,
Towers over us all,
Casting Babaloynian shadows
Across listless seas,
It whispers lies, directly
Into our ears, our faces lit
By plutonic light.
Scrolling, endlessly scrolling.
There, in the distance,
A lonely tower,
Promising connection through plowshare
Teeth, grinding us all
The ox and the drover
Each of us rent asunder
By catapults filled with insults,
Flying across generations
To the fifth power,
Until we all look up
And cast weepy glossy glances
At an indigo warbler
Cruel beak and ragged crest
Standing watch atop a Tower,
Our sacred monument to Babel.