They were closer to God
When the monuments towered
Everything knitted
Earth, sky, body and spirit
Created beauty
Followed one leader
It was lost through invention
Faded by glory
The pool is now shallow
The drones of our egos
The greed has won
And the victor has spoilt the spoils
But reversal is natural
An orbital cycle
That when the towers crumble
The way back is visible
Inevitable and final
Finding our future
Is to hold onto history