Monday, February 2, 2009


Carry your shield or come home on it,
I am sea-floor Spartan.
Wielding wrench and radio,
I control the flow
of all good things that enter into
this city,
this fathoms-deep Sparta; rapture ruined.
Yes, this is where man has come
to devolve,
to fish, to reel, to hook
the high tides of humanity
and heights of hubris beneath
salt and storm and sun.
No kings, no gods.
Only man and wrench and radio,
to carry himself home on shield
and shards of ideals.

Inspired by Bioshock, a piece of software that essentially ends the debate against video games as art, and a History Channel show about Sparta.

Not particularly polished.

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