The merciless sun beat
on their heads
until beads of sweat rolled
down their necks.
The architects climbed the
sandhill asking,
“Why are the winds
whisking sand
onto our building?”
“What can we do
to save our creation?”
Relentlessly they trudged
up the crest
of the hill.
“Look at the beauty
of our crowning achievement...
Soon, our masterpiece
will be swallowed up.”
Mounting the apex,
they surveyed the land.
Seven lonely souls,
like dust on the scales
of the macrocosm,
sand in their ears,
nostrils,
eyes,
and teeth,
they called out to the Universe…
“Why are you doing this?
You are ruining
the work of our hands.
We've spent years
designing,
planning,
and creating
this glorious edifice,
and you are decimating it.”
The wind laughed
at the puny mortals.
I,
am ruining
your
creation?
I
have put up with
your pollution,
wars,
greed
and excess
for eons.
You have stolen lands,
razed forests,
and fornicated
the Word.
Who are you,
to question
me?
The wind
whipped up the sand
into a Dust devil
that shrouded
the men
and swallowed up
their work of vanity.
“From dust you are,
and to dust
you will return,”
whispered the wind.
About the Creator
Gigi Gibson
Gigi Gibson is a writer and poet. She loves little rescue dogs, interior decorating, and chocolate. “To evoke an emotional response in my readers… that would be the most satisfying thing that I could accomplish with my writing.”
Comments (2)
Incredible!
I AM OBSESSED! Can I read this on my podcast?