Canyons for the whole
Canyons steel and soul
Rampant pouring concrete
The metro martyr's s gall

Crampons lest the mettle minded find he fathoms fall

The tether held, that cast's this spell
Is weathered, weary, shawl

And Titans that sit on lofty heights
Do Blacken out the sky

Are jewel's of pain with storied gain
As earth below does die

So to the past inhabitants
Imperative must wait
And shuffle through
A land made cold
Of stone and rock and slate.