Ode-worthy

Sixteen lines on an ode to something ugly

Some label you as gruesome, harsh, austere,

Brutal, barren, bleak, rough-edged and cold;

For me you are an icon to revere,

Your surface texture wondrous to behold –

A moonscape or a mystic Martian scene

With hollows, mountains, chasms, craters, peaks,

A plateau here, and there a deep ravine,

A wild terrain of crannies, cracks and creeks,

A vista viewed from high above in space,

A maze of ways for wandering eyes to take,

An object of reconstituted grace

That crowns the best mankind can mould or make.

Red-brick and Ivy-league fade like a dream

And crumble in the rubble of the past,

The beauty of the breeze block reigns supreme,

May breeze block unis have their day at last!