There it stands, a marriage of steel melded into stone
It spirals upward, of iron woven beams and concrete
Rising so high above the city of worker ants below
Time and disasters have not destroyed the monolith
Watching over the city and activities upon the street
A shining edifice reminds of our own creation myth
But it is not organic life, nor worth notice
It is a standing memorial of our hubris
Rather than a notice of our greatness
