Ziggurats tower high above the world of diplomats and bureaucrats,
Above the clouds of earthen concerns of loud crowds of plutocrats,
Above republicans, democrats, and dealers in their corporate habitats,
Reaching up to heavenly borders where gods reside and angels abide,
Far from the clamor of dramatic glamour with no enamor, no upside,
And will we have to descend from this place we cannot comprehend
But love for the peace it affords to bind our chords to the world again?