Let Us Build a Tower

(Lines on a visit to a repeater station) See it stretching to the sky contained in a cloud Jacob's ladder grows from the ground. What angels in overalls and rubber extremities periodically climb on missions to the great lightmaker above? Spreadeagled, its feet are rooted in earth. The framework solid, the centre hollow it relies on its connection to other such great ladders. Swaying in the atmosphere the cable forms a thread of cobweb over the earth. The pulse of daily life flows through the lines and the servants tend the garden in the light that shines from Babel's border.