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Thank you, Emma Lazarus, for the original inspiration.

The First Colossus

Here at evolution’s latest monster

Shall a desperate fire save its cadence.

A darkened cellar, void of books and master,

Whose workers ceaselessly ask for temperance,

Whose names we know as ego, superego.

In workers’ hands we gather dreams, and fear

the new and old and deadly and good and evil.

The Ghost of Ev’lution’s Past wanders near,

Laughing at such ill-structured attempts to

Bring right to wrong and lightness, darkness through.

“Give me the masses behind the shrew,

Your feared, your hated, your exiles too,

The wretched, leashed, rhyming demon you heard,

And I shall make you all men of your word.”