Marching from Omelas."the hoard of weeping crocodiles
scrolled upon their tech
while the pageant of the reptiles
charted new unfathomed depths
and they wondered how they'd navigate
the pit their slaves had dug
I saw Atlas teaching Peter and his Pals all how to shrug
some say the dead'll rise again
maybe they will
if just to vote
I'd rather be that son of darkness
than to know and pretend I don't"
