31st Century Crucifixion

An iron tower stands in skies of gold
and green, of pure mechanics set by God.
Above a star's eclipse observes the cold
and loveless purity that forms the rod.
Arcs and segments caclulate and prod
the darting effervescenses of love.
Below, the mourning humans melt in rock
constructed for the mathemat above.
A bitter milky taste remains, the grave of love.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.