As different men we came down from the tower
That touched the dome of heaven, as different races
With different tongues. This monument to power
Returns to dust; this ruin leaves no traces
Of things built and unbuilt. Mankind is scattered
Across the earth like ashes. None embraces
The one he once called friend. Like nothing mattered,
We took our separate paths to separate places.
For we no longer know our brother’s mind.
His words mean nothing to us now confused.
Our household gods have different names and faces.
He passes us, and we pass him in kind,
Two minds of childhood memories disabused,
Two hearts on other sides of infinite spaces.