This poem is an ode to hubris, perhaps the greatest enemy to our collective lives. The largest hubris of all is leaning into hubris as a character asset. The Tower of Babel will fall, as well as every version of Icarus flying into the sun; which, ironically, may be the ultimate success of The Tower of Babel reaching for heaven on earth.
Fallen, For It
Hole-y high jinx badman
We had
Billed
A mountain of hubris
Crowned with a dizzying bluff
A real butte
Inspiration left
With the thinnest of heirs
A teetering arrogance
Sir passing any plumb it
Taking
The plunge
A knows dive
An udder most land fill
Begging an awe time lo!
And having
Fallen
For it
Swallows US
Hole
