A Black Cat Moment, The Missing Titan, Part 4

The New Titanic

“Waste, modern heirs, your infamy!” cries she

With open eyes. “Give me your greedy, your rich,

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 the murky light!”