If Our Voices Went Up

If Our Voices Went Up If our voices went up Into the sky, Instead of front ways as They do now, The legend of Babel has To take upon its burden A new meaning. I mean to say, If you wished to speak to me, And I to hear you, You would necessarily have to stand below me. In such a world, ladders, Short ones mostly, Would be very profitable: Each conversation would consist of much climbing up and down the ladder. "Hello." From below. Climb down. Climb up. "Good day." I do not think we could converse very quickly this way. Yet, why did I say that Babel must change? Because Man would have built The tower, not to seek the word of love from above, But to hear the voices of all of mankind down below.