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[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.

Starward