@ 27.225 MHz: Vignettes; Accursed Cacata; Volusia's Song

[after the first line of Catullus' Poem 36, and as a

parody of Robert Chamber's poem, "Cassilda's Song,"

in his collection, The King In Yellow]


Nor day or night here; and no starlight rises

to mark them; as if the cosmos despises

the ruin and wreckage that ever comprises

accursed Cacata.


Shadow appear in tattered cerements;

and malodrous winds blow in ranting vents;

shaped to our many, heartseeped discontents---

haunted Cacata.


Suspended, headlong, are once mighty towers;

revealed, as dead wrong, are our waning powers;

no ticking clock shortens the tedious hours---

not in Cacata.


We wander, sotted fragments of the damned;

failures, whose false successes we had shammed---

impoent idols of ourselves, hard slammed

into Cacata.


We, who have soundly, bravely, disbelieved

in anything not of ourselves conceived,

now find our souls in anguish, unrelieved;

of meaningful discourse bereaved---

and bid you welcome to Cacata.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

The uncomfority of the final stanza to the preceding four is meant to be a visual indicator of the kind of souls that have been damned to Cacata.


The Doppler red and blue shifts, and the meaning ascribed to them in theoretical Astronomy, are alluded to by the color of the typefaces of the poem.

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