A View from the Castle by Faith Anderson

Dark mists creep in

Seducing the sky 

Escorting us to the funeral 

We follow in awe 

As tall towers of steel stand 

Above us 

The waters below rise to our eye-line and we cry into them 

Animals die with each breath we take in 

And more machine is born with each breath we let out 

All animals and all that crawl praise us even if we cheat

We have built our own kingdom