Skyscrapers

On Earth, we are rebels,

Each skyscraper we sculpt,

A middle finger to the cosmos.

“Bigger Babels can be built,”

We boast

And declare war upon angels,

Forging halos

From corrugated steel.

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Look:

Our glass thrones are toppling,

And Philistines are spilling

From the clouds

Like sand.

Dagon perches

Upon a constellation.

Tomorrow he will fall.