There's something that you used to say; "don't cut off your nose to spite your face..." well so we staggered, snoutless and loners. Surely you would not find us if we hid out in the seediest creases, where the dust lay centuries thick. Surely if we hid our shape and edges, we could elude you. And yet you dug those tunnelways deep. You yanked us out and used us all up as generator fuel.