We entered the deepest pit.
No fire,
only ice —
the silence of betrayal.
A grift of entrepreneurs sat there,
lips locked in frost,
humming their empty slogans.
And yet above us,
the world burned hotter.
Each hum consumed
a coal-train of power,
each frozen tongue
melted a glacier somewhere else.
A special genius,
my guide whispered.
Frozen in Hell,
they escaped the fires above.
That, said my guide,
is a true visionary.
Promised intelligence,
delivered docility.
Promised the future,
delivered a parrot,
That ate all the food
Ceteris Paribus 