Let Hell-Towers Fall
Hart Crane’s “The Broken Tower” rewritten
God / at dawn / dispatches / me / to wander / the / cathedral / lawn
Have you not heard? Have you not seen shadows in the tower?
The bells, I say, the bells break down their tower
And swing I know not where
I, their slave
I entered the broken world to trace the visionary company of love
I know not where
Its voice an instant on the wind
My word I poured
But it was derivative of the judge
Whose clear word strikes wounded hope
Mortal love stirs latent power
… and builds within, a tower not of stone
…
Gravel heart, let down your guard
Look down from shadows in the tower
Eyes enshrine the lake of love above
Let it fall