Babylon

Tower to heaven,
planned to wreak revenge on God,
but he is not afraid
who wrought
the very breath of men.

A shift of finger stirred words
and now they spin
in conglomoration
incomprehension.

Babylon, how clear you were
in thought
how easily confused
in the translation to word
in the execution of deed.

Now your spans of cedar
and rifts of stone
are swallowed by sand
though you remain
in thought, a monument
of intention.

Scarlet woman ride the beast
with your cup of words.
Drink fluently
interlocution
a harlot of clarity.