Tuesday, August 10, 2021


Some mornings, downtown looks 
more distant 

and half-missing—
not much to see
but two or three obelisks  

which loom 
in the haze like 
somber monuments 

created in the oblique 
likeness of their 
long-extinct builders: 

a race of giant 
men and women 

whose every grand achievement 
was quickened
by its lack 

and who must have been 
wiped off the face 
of this planet 

by the sickness 
of their own ambition 

or perhaps 
its terrible cure—an obsession 
with rest.