Skyscraper
Looking up at the mighty skyscraper
I feel queasy at this colossus Goliath
Human made wonder of steel and glass
Commanding presence that dares to pierce
the underbelly of the heavens
On her top floors the mass of people below
must appear as tiny ants scuttling along
Interacting in social norms to come and to go
under her skirt's shade
Modern power of strength and height
soaring tall with a sway of confidence
Marvel at the skyline of a man made
mountain range with peaks of spirals
mocking each other to proclaim whose reach is highest
Tower of Babel meet your shortcomings
Each skyscraper a city within itself
I turn my head down to the ground
shuffling my feet forward and blending into the mass
of tiny human ants at the soles of these mighty giants.
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