The news that there are vessels that await
a chosen few who will survive the worst
excites in those who face the other fate
a greater ire than what they had at first.
Some cooler heads among the mob maintain
the devils should be shown a little grace
to find out by judicious use of pain
how they (the mob) might take the founders’ place.
But whether they at any time succeed
at learning more than numbers, ranks, and names,
the end result will be, it is decreed,
that they (the founders) won’t escape the flames.
Though they may be as ignorant as you
that they are innocent, they stand like stone,
like would-be saints determined to be true
to that posterity to whom they’re known.
And so our culture’s saviors take their turn,
their fate no worse than that of those who stand
so proudly as they watch the founders burn.
Both groups are sure that what they’ve done is grand.
It doesn’t matter that the prying horde
convinced their captives to disclose the site.
The founders never meant to go aboard.
The carriers have left. They launched last night.
©2010 Louis A. Merrimac
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