Pathos, no, Bathos

Bathos
A poem by J.B. Pravda

Of insouciance a faint reminder

In the disparate avenues of dusk and thunder

Electron's reign now rapes the hidden silence

With mounting waves of dominance.

Now the Dervish swirl, it ends

Usurped by jesters' languid shriekings

Mercury in His conquest unceasing rends

That tender fabric

Through the eons worn by Cosmos;

And from this bargain by humans made

Enshrouded numbers do parade

In sterile garment styled for this, their walking grave

Where hollow is their sad refrain, 'See how glorious!' alas, they
rave.

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