They built temples,
We toss coins in fountains.
The gods flicker on TV screens,
We, with remote controls in hand,
Pronounce judgments.
The ancients warned us,
Drunk on pride, we stumble,
Command the stars to dim.
Their marble eyes watch us,
Sculpted brows raised
At the silly titans we make of ourselves,
Blind to the thread,
Thin as a whisper,
That fate twirls on a fingertip.
Shadows lengthen,
The tragedy\'s last act penned
By an invisible hand.
We, who dared to stare at the sun,
Now blink in the dark,
Waiting for what we\'ve unmade.