Treading waters of rooflines I stand at the parapet
And look into the depths of the towers of the city:
The buildings exploit the sky, they cannot forget
The beauty in their bones though the stones be gritty.
Say what you will, it was greed that built this glory
Aggrandizement covering like a coarse flag men’s hearts,
A beginning in every chapter but no end to the story,
A corner of the brain warned by faith and the arts.
These buildings busy pointing from foundations of evil
Show up the free way of the sky with its passing cloud.
Tell me, if we can go this far in the name of the devil
Where can we not go and what not do in the name of God?
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