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Girder and Glass

The world that I knew,
Through the hole in the wall,
Danced it’s shadows across the bedroom floor,
Stretching the light into an infants grin,
A call to transcend the shapes that I saw.
 
But now when I follow the cast of that smile,
I find nothing but cable, run for miles and miles,
And when the mouth parts to bare it’s greyed teeth,
It says,
‘At last you have found me– now make your way home.’
As it scatters like dust to leave me on my own.
 
Now that I stumble,
Beneath the unblinking sun,
My steps are drowned out by the cry of a drum,
Heavy and hoarse from the crack in the mountain,
I’m pulled to my feet and driven to run.
 
And when I reach the valley of girder and glass,
And join the current of bodies, thundering past,
I call to my neighbour to ask of the course,
He yells,
‘I don’t know yet– but I will get there first.’
As he climbs past the fallen and the fate they incurred.
 
In time we arrive,
At the feet of the idols,
Built from the bones of men struck from the bible,
The crowd rise around me, to march on the steps,
And offer their pledge to the temple of Midas.
 
And now that I live in the shadow of gold,
In a tangle of wiring I’ve learnt to call home,
I look to the towers and titans we nurse,
And think,
I must grow to the hunt, or turn lame in the herd,
And be crushed underfoot by the gods of this world.

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