an exploration of ambition
Out of no goodness men seek fame,
Stream from casual gate
On shining boot, and bike, by car
To inflating class, in halls sacred
Culturing high engineered primes;
Their construction, uncluttered by welding,
Keeping the rest diminished, in awe
Of silence of vast holy spaces,
Resounds with prayer to Olympian dreams.
Beneath, silent, denuded weeps the earth,
Ribs broken, heart pumped dry she watches
These ungodly fathers shell their skulls,
Birth mirrored glass and mined stone,
Complex, sharp as her own stripped bone.
Comparing, praising, these masters raise
Themselves above, beyond her curve,
Are stumped, wondering why their lines
Refuse to stir, as does the heart of her.
Intellect powers new architectures;
Unbowed rivals to her womb fed structures
Briefly towers appal the sky,
But She, no disciple to their ambition,
Shatters their thin plated scaffolding,
Exposing I’s imprismed in basement rooms
Playing with Lego, watching loony ‘toons.