The Tower

The Tower

Babel reaching to the stars is struck

By lightening, a symbol of bad luck

The tower falling down by night

Figures leap to death in sight

This is the ruin of the House of We

Ourselves in arrogance cannot be

Because upon this building’s form

Is mind consumed in firestorm

The man is falling to lonely death

And cries in agony, in dying breath

The woman falling silent, alone

Plummets downwards like cold stone

Separation here does fall apart

Tower falling, breaking heart.