Cranes and Spires
 Cranes are the spires of Beirut,
 Its cathedrals, minarets.
 They reach up,
 With their slender necks,
 To the heavens.
 Beirut religion is rebuilding,
 You can knock it down,
 Blow it up,
 Take it apart,
 But you cannot stop,
 Beirut building,
 Reinventing itself.
 Its cranes shoot up,
 Like they are tied,
 To the very heavens,
 Their long fingers,
 Pull up their nation,
 In its continual,
 Miracle of reincarnation.