Rebuilding Babylon

This petty day-labor will make a ghost of a man, Turn him into the beast from
which he ran, Unmated steel and stone; precarious agent divine,
Wait the meaning into what the architect does define.
What looks like ruins are really the parts in play for the rebuilding,
Deliberate landscape the omnipotent victim of history unyielding.
Oh the mess of this construction dump can strain the vision,
I’d like to leave this place for awhile and then come back and see the great
city.
Nicene engines chant the dogma of ruthless revival,
Tuneless bravado for this mandate of survival, Foundation of the ages;
augmented tasteless times,
Precognitive graveyard of incidental context crimes.
A man can be so lost in this psychosomatic deliverance of fate,
He knows not where to find the self in the jury of the state.
The automatic making can leave the soul in a place unmade,
I’d like to leave this place for awhile and then come back and see the great
city.
So this faith based construct overloads the senses,
Under this world ending weight the Earth winces, It is the snake nubile in its
new skin,
The wreck of Eden; the dire feed of the next has been.
If man is meant immortal well let him butcher so he may build,
And if he will be a stranger’s child to meaning let him remain unskilled.
Rebuilding Babylon can turn the quest into the eternal question,
I’d like to leave this place for a while.