Footprint
(a poem)
A chasm, a river, and a
conquering span,
With truss or wire or wood.
Even beneath, burrowing, digging,
Dying by the dozens, seeking the
other side,
Victory over the elements.
A genetic tree forest, straight
and true
Soft and hard, for paper or
timber
Ten times faster than Nature
In less space.
What Hath God Wrought? Indeed
Ribbons of tar and concrete,
Walls of stone and steel
Lights in the dark, Fire in the
hold!
Profligate Porsches and Aston
Martins.
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