Ungodly Fathers

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.