To Whose Gods

In which conservation running out of control threatens to break the thread of history

Man has raised the pyramids alone
Has mountains through his efforts and endeavours overthrown
With pain strength and discipline his deities outgrown
And has carved his initials on their stones

Let the earth move the monuments and mounds
Let the acid rain eradicate and the rolling oceans pound
What can never last forever let in time be broken down
And let history cast the ruins underground

And of the stone circles fallen and decayed
Let quarrymen and masons come and take the bones away
Ship them out from railheads at a thousand tons a day
And let no trace or memory remain

Into the blue skies the wire towers reach
In factories in railway yards and iron foundries
At Cambois power station lying smouldering by the sea
And to new Gods let these cathedrals be

And when the time capsule opens on our age
Will a future generation stand bewildered and amazed
Among the brick stacks and the cooling towers and the masonry remains
And ask to whose Gods were these cathedrals raised?

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