The Legends of New Earth

“Wild on the wind rose the righteous wrath of Maalvin,
Borne like a brand to the burning of the Barrens.
Arms of hands of rebels perished then,
Stars nor moons bedecked that midnight.
IMT made the sky-
Fall!

…

Black with their blood was the brick of that barrow,
Toppled the tall towers, crushed to the clay.
None might live who flouted Mallvin,
Earth their souls spurned spaceward, wailing- IMT made the sky-
Fall!”

Cities in Flight, James Blish