Sherman Alexie had a poetry contest a while back. The requirement was to include all the disparate words on a list. People had to write fast because he only accepted the first 50 entries which only took a very short time. There was one winner and 4 additional finalists, my son was a finalist and here's the poem: Skyscrapers rake the air in a perverted photosynthesis, scratching at the energy they need to carry on living. It takes so little and there is much to spare; Earth is more robust than the tower cares to admit. Once, one of them escaped to the forest, to compete with the trees; it didn't work out. They found it, felled, in a field of lavender. The smells proved too much. Later, the steel beams rooted and an apple tree grew from the decaying corpse; too bad we all hate granny smiths. I'm beaming.