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Not like the ancient ship of Sicily,
That sunk down to me–The Syracusia–
Armed with towers, flowers, and men of terra,
A more famous steel wreckage sat clumsily
Like that of The Titanic. Luckily,
Her grandiosity, hollow eyes, were a
Beacon of immortality–an error
Built, unsinkable capsule blew up–bubbly.
“Waste, modern heirs, your infamy!” cries she
With open eyes. “Give me your greedy, your might,
Your quiet few lusting to die freely,
The cheerful consent of your barren flight.
Plunge these, the prosperous, trouble-free to me,
I yank their pride into my murky light!”
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