The Tower

The Tower

Deborah Beach Giordano
© June 21, 2010

It all began
with a concept:
an idea
that we built upon.

After all we’d seen
and done
we needed
a direction;

we decided
the only way to go
was up.

The material
was there;
everything we needed
to construct a temple
to ourselves.

We were all
in accord;
of one mind
and understanding:
humanity was all there was —
not the apex
of creation,
but its sole point
and purpose.

We had grown
beyond superstitions;
we had no fear
of  demons
or dark shadows
or the night;
we lived in the light
of reason.

What heights
we had reached!

We needed
no Greater Intelligence;
we had no use
for a Higher Power;
we trusted
in our own strength,
and worshipped
the works
of our hands.

We came to believe
there was no God
but us.

Looking down
upon others,
so small;
insignificant
and inconsequential;
no more than ants —
slaving
at their tasks
while we
ruled
in holy splendor.

Pointless
and unnecessary,
far too numerous
to house and feed;
they take up space,
spoil the view,
and their noise
disturbs our rest.

We had no connection
with those
down below,
and no one
to answer to
up above,
and not much to do
where we were,

so we contented ourselves
by toying
with the little peoples’ lives.
We made them play
by our rules,
dance
to our tunes,
and tremble
at the sound
of our voices.

We divided the spoils
between us,
and left the wreckage
for someone else
to repair.

We were delirious:
thrilled
with our power,
our authority,
and our freedom
to subjugate,
defile,
and
destroy.

We had no one
to answer to,
no higher power
to rein us in;
everything
was ours
to use
and abuse
without consequence.

Then one day
we awoke
to a sound
we did not understand:
the weeping and wailing
of thousands upon thousands
and thousands more
crushed
beneath our structures.

In shock
and horror
and we, too,
began to scream;
but there was
no one
to hear us.

Our tower
was crumbling.

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About inklingscommunity

I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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