Modern Minarets

Farasha Euker

Ancestral voices prophesying war! / The shadow of the dome of pleasure / Floated midway on the waves; / Where was heard the mingled measure / From the fountain and the caves.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, “Kubla Khan”
Brick by brick
they built it,
towering up to the sky;
a marvel of pure verticality.
The minaret,
the world’s tallest
was a shining symbol to
believers that we
may come from the Earth,
but are destined for the heavens.
But now, centuries later,
that minaret, long since
eclipsed in height,
and whose symbolism
is forgotten,
stands lonely
among a sea of
modern minarets;
modern monstrosities.
The modern minaret,
put together quickly from steel,
towers into the sky,
but the microwave radiation
spawning from its maniacal
is a symbol of pure horizontality
in the reign of quantity.
No longer does the muezzin
shout the beautiful call to
Instead, the modern minaret
pulses out ones and zeros
calling the mindless, robot, masses
to pray with their
worn our fingers
and burnt out eyes
to the only god—
they know—
the god of the machine,
presiding over the
church of the phone.