Towers

Towers dwarf me
In a darkened sky
Could I be a brick?
Not by asking "why?"

Stacks of boxed people
A punctured horizon
And caged
Behind glass
With their 'go to work' eyes on:

Double glazed.
Crazed
(Though largely unfazed)

Plugged in
Caffeinated
Incubated

Never paused,
since it never abated
Never to wonder
"Am I milked? Do I hate it?"
Never unfed,
Just un-stimulated (if you're paid it negates it)

Towers dwarf me
I sit on their shoulders
Ents for the space age
As tall but not older

This hobbit still has hope
May legs sprout!
but... nope
They're here to stay
Unless - maybe one day
They emerge from the surface
No more phallic hard-ships
Birthed from the flames
As a Transformer phoenix

Rockets!
Destined for planets
they head out to the cosmos
where they
bloody
well
belong.

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