In the quarry
Strange doings:
The fallen laboured night and day
With the hard machinery of commerce
For the sake of future gain.
The noise they made,
The ruin,
The pan-demonic din of pain
Echoed loud, redoubled and
Called to the reeling sky:

"Witness this creation!
See what we have made:
A palace built of open pride,
Come see how we have prayed.
This lofty temple is un-fathered,
A theatre of delight;
We open doors to everyone,
Bring all to see the light,"

And the voice called out unchallenged,
Climbed all the way to the stars,
And further it flew, still further
While the faithful parked their cars.

And all there dared to believe
It was not so bad to hear
No reply.