The Titanic Generation With streamers, noise-makers, confetti, and champagne, We imply the integrity of our combined technological efforts; A sound ship to cross the Cold, Frozen, Wasteland Waters, And arrive with fanfare in a Melting-Pot-City-of-Ideas. So full of ourselves, we Worship our Progress only to fall victim to Hubris, our Devil-By-Creation. Too Proud were we, to see the Arctic for the Icebergs, or the Structural Integrity for the Lapses in Judgment. …looking back, such a disaster appears inevitable. /05/26/09 M. L. Michael
the titanic generation
With streamers, noise-makers, confetti, and champagne,
We imply the integrity of our combined technological efforts;
A sound ship to cross the Cold, Frozen, Wasteland Waters,
And arrive with fanfare in a Melting-Pot-City-of-Ideas.
So full of ourselves, we Worship our Progress
only to fall victim to Hubris, our Devil-By-Creation.[…]
Every Breath Poetic 