Leaning Tower Poem by Kwai Chee Low

Pisa, oh Pisa, why do you lean?
One of the seven wonders,
a sight to be seen.
You are in postcards and paintings,
I fail to understand why.

You are just a soulless mass
of cold steel, bolts and rivets.
Spineless, a dark silhouette
in the hazy morning mist.
An alien to vertical structures.

Some celebrate you as an
elegant mistake in architecture.
Some wonder when you will be horizontal.
Yet you go down in history
forever a leaning wonder.