Before the Portal

Bullets smashing through plates of glass

Tarmac bending like blades of grass

Under wheels turning heavens gate

Enthusiasm as strong as hate

Mulling over fetid air

Building Babel as a dare

Pulling portions from the sand

Dirtying fingers and soiling hand

Alive and exalted by the hour

Perturbed not by the wolf of power

Sun hotter than youth's lust

Its body a portal and its will must

Hasten forward to snuff out the day

To light fire to the night

And forever sever the way