So.
We can build cathedrals, we can build palaces
for kings and temples for gods, mighty buildings
cutting the heavens, invading that sacred cloud
space like we do with aeroplanes and shuttles
and probes. We can look around and say, wow,
we did a good job. It’s big. It’s impressive. It’ll
last a long time. It makes us all look clever and
talented. Then we look up at the stars on a clear
night in a black sky, cold and wise. We think,
no.
We can build cathedrals, we can build palaces
for kings and temples for gods, mighty buildings
cutting the heavens, invading that sacred cloud
space like we do with aeroplanes and shuttles
and probes. We can look around and say, wow,
we did a good job. It’s big. It’s impressive. It’ll
last a long time. It makes us all look clever and
talented. Then we look up at the stars on a clear
night in a black sky, cold and wise. We think,
no.
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| Elizabeth Gibson studies French and Spanish at the University of Manchester and is a Digital Reporter for Manchester Literature Festival. Her work has appeared in a number of journals. She loves cats, turtles and stargazing, tweets at @Grizonne and blogs at http://elizabethgibsonwriter.blogspot.co.uk. |
