Life in the Lift

Another Poem About Elevators

By: Arnie Reisman - Dec 16, 2014

Life in the Lift

Mister Otis regrets
Giving the world a lift
Taking us off the ground
Bringing us to the stars
Because Mister Otis thought
Too long, too hard, too tall
We think nothing, nothing at all,
Of living in rooms that
Kiss the clouds
Scrape the sky
Soak up the sun
Stab at the moon
Mister Otis reinvented weather
Mausoleums of commerce
Block out the light
Towers of domesticity
Blow bone-chill winds
Pyramids of modern antiquity
Change fundamentals of humidity
Temperate zones disengage
Hormones rage
There’s a dark spirit in the windowless cage
As if it’s all guided by that goddess of guilt,
That daughter of Darth Vader,
The daughter named Ella.