Kin of Cronus by Peter Gidlund

Kin of Cronus by Peter Gidlund

The red crane stands high above its work
moving and assembling the pieces of
its industry, bulldogs and oxen amble
around the ground, dragging lumber and iron.
The titan's blueprints had been conceived long ago,
committees and councils had sent their counsel to mount the tower.
Zeus claimed to have  killed the last of them in
the Titan war, but they still oversee our streets,
sentinels of order, shielding us mortals
from the elements, or as they would say,
from the reaches of Poseidon's smalt rain,
Zeus's poltroon bolts, and the zoo of Artemis's wild things. 
Its eyes are hard and clear, dotted all over
 its surface, like Argus and the peacock.
They come in all shapes and sizes,
varying in styles and manners,
but all of these titans, must be built.