Babel
By Kimberly Phinney
We are builders
of glass towers,
and echo is our holy act—
bent over babbling
in infinite jest
we worship,
together and alone.
We say, Come, let us reach
the sky
with our stacked
mirrors
In time,
we will take the unknowns
captive,
and bend them
as we’d like.
We defeat the silence
with our
clicking
and shared sounds,
as we erect
this new world—
a universe
to hold.
We beat our chests
in victory,
we modern warriors
of this earth—
as we subdued
all living things
behind our screens.
Oh, it is a calling—
this great landscape
by design—
our infinite finitude,
a footprint
that rivals
God.
We know it so well,
we do not need to wonder.
For we are fine jewels—
all flattened, cut,
and shined
the same.
But, we revel!
Yes, we sing our songs,
play our harps and dance,
and slap our hands together
so loud and long
for all to hear our
greatness
that we do not often
think
that we
are soon to be
c o n f u s e d.