Babel Lonely

The hills grew to the sky

Wishing to touch, like Babel

See the heavens in their greed

Meet the clouds and disrupt

     Each shape we could make

And in a desperate call

They felt the winter

Coming upon them. Choke.

And so they change from God

     Colors appearing in falls darkness

And as the hill once was

Littered by populous and green

(Green of the hopeful, green of greed)

I see bare, empty branches

     The reflecting scarcity, and space for dead