Babel

Walter Kunkle Junius Paul Wright III Honors Creative Writing First Poem

Babel They built it to be safe. Inside its walls no evil Could fester. A marvelous, Glittering, clockwork citadel. There they would be untouched By nature, age, and pestilence.

But the walls that kept out danger Kept out knowledge as well. And nature always reclaimed what Was hers. Her iron, her wood, her bronze.

The fortress knew this and Sighed silently through its walls; The sound echoed in empty corridors and Forgotten passageways whose only inhabitants Were faded carvings proclaiming The new age of man and machine.