Look on my works, ye mighty, and design
Something better, titanic iceberg heights
Of glistening city alight at nights
Avalanche buildings in the dark. Incline
Your blindside ego to sign off in oil,
Ramp up more freeways running on empty;
Your campaign slogan in gold ‘Don’t Tempt Me!’
Replenishes the thin silicon soil.
Front your edifice with moonshot command
Perpendicular in particular,
Pigeons alone will twitter at your hand.
Inscribe the words tomorrow will pity,
Contradict as enemy turns ruler,
Leaving space for invaders’ graffiti.