Mars monologue — The Passing of Mars: A Modern Morality Play

Science, once more I have great need of you. I want the howitzers of Titan gods, And mad torpedoes mightier than of old, And airy fleets to rend the dizzy Heavens, Zeppelins and lighter craft, ill-omened birds To prey upon the towns that lie below; And I want wicked, wondrous submarines, Sly, devilish monsters of the deeps unknown, And battle cruisers ruinous and grim. Make me a ration that will keep men strong The longer for their task of blood and tears, Which is my game, my spectacle, my joy. And find me doctors, apt with splintered bones, And keen to cut the rotten flesh from sound, And to sew bodies up like burlap sacks That they may keep their contents still secure. What say you, Science, will you serve me still?