Adversary

The lightning struck tower
The lightning struck tower
Bodies falling like leaves
From Autumn ripened trees
From parapets
From  ledges
From crenels
From merlons
Stone on stone

The Ashlar stones so beautiful
Beneath the morning sun
Carved from the bones of the earth
There shall be no iron tools used
To shape The Temple
Nor shall the sound of iron tools
Be heard within the boundary of
The City of God.

How odd that I
The Servant of God
Should somehow become
The Enemy thereof

Oh Man
Oh Folly
Tis the same thing
Would that you could listen
Still your wagging tongue
For but one moment
SHUT UP
And listen
But no

One who knows
Can split stone with water
and wood
Think on that