In the distance, across the graveyard, beyond the headstone of a man named Raven, between a hay barn and the trees, we see a drilling rig, probing the earth for the Oil. We dare get no closer to the tophet, for the cruel god Oil is descended from Mammon himself, and he demands that the rigs, those Obelisks of Death, be built in his honor. In return for the burnt of sacrifices of diesel, gasoline, and kerosene, he gives us a civilization. But no matter how much prosperity he gives us, he demands ever more. His servants, like Erysichthon, grow hungrier with each bite.
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