They are building
wielding hammers, driving spikes
brick by brick. precious mortar and pestle
Babelesque they build it
a spire points to Sol, blinding eye of the gods
to breathe spirits into lifeless bodies
They are reaching
so much further than they dreamed imaginable
masterwork of skill, a testament to pure science
In defiance they shout
Psalms of caterpillars
chants of butterflies
They are ascending
laughing at gravity, how it surrenders
beneath their naked feet
They are serious this time
the new tower
the Internet