The Building.

I saw a building built,
As time marched.

I saw little men on rafters,
Walking on its skeleton.

When it was erected,
The machines hummed,
And the hammers clanged.

The lights are on,
It glows like a night bug,
Stationary and omnipotent,
Constricting my pupils,
Invading the evening.

What creature creates,
Something greater,
And larger,
Than its puny self?

Humans:
The animals of progress,
Always striving for more,
But ending with less.