m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


towers

towers

towers

 

we build towers to the gods,

to touch the sky, hug the moon,

scatter the babel, shatter the shard.

taller and taller a faster sky elevator.

higher and higher looking down,

observer from above upon the deck.

the dream, the scale, on plans divine

drafted numbers from a mind of design.

brought to life like a flower growing,

the burj khalifa, a lobed hymenocallis

looking down on the onion dome.

run spire, run spire, run.

higher and higher water from the fountain,

lookup! drink from the chalice.

returned proud as giza,

first stolen by lincoln cathedral.

every wall has a past to reveal.

the jew blood libel of little saint hugh,

grows and grows with meaning,

from arch to cornerstone precious,

protecting writing from venerable bede.

empire state dig to petronas towers up,

urban directions follow twin towers,

world trade, for twenty five sears reigned,

now it is the seventh. higher and higher

we go along with the dream of great men,

to the top of the world buttressed,

with a three-winged spear higher,

and higher, the hollowed base of eiffel.

take us one meter higher than mount everest,

a tower closer to heaven's highest.

one day uncovered covered in dust.

Mannahatta-linear by nature

Mannahatta-linear by nature

open a vein

open a vein