Skyline2

I look up at the city and I see
A mighty golem mankind's hands erected;
A monument to our humanity,
Whose every stone our ancestors collected
And reared up high; a common edifice
Made up of individual desires
Yet joined together to be one in this:
The height to which humanity aspires.
So what if every working day is spent
Inside them hardly thinking of that goal?
Outside observers are not thereby pent
To see only the form and not the soul.
The city breathes us in and out, and thus
Makes all of us a monument to us.