"The Tower" by Clayton Parker

Poetry - Grapevine, Spring 24/25

I once put a person on a pedestal.

It stood high.

As if held by an angel.

Out of reach its miracles, human actions.

Bewildered and blinded my eyes.

And the thing that once stood on solid ground.

It transcended.

Above the clouds, above my mind.

The human dissipated and the perfect being was created.

In my mind.

And I suffered.

To try and prove myself to the being I had made.

At the precipice of torment.

I saw the breaks in the pillar I raised.

Do not build from the earth to the heavens a man.

That man will crumble with its pedestal.

As did The Tower Of Babel.