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Caught, Between Cassandra and Pangloss

Caught, between Cassandra and Pangloss,
We know not what
To think. So drink
To the great Pangloss.
But, in our empty glass,
We find the Trojan lass.

Pangloss

I heard a sigh
And saw two ghosts who did lie
In a bed
Where the living dead
Meet.

“Your feet
Are cold”
She said.
He answered not for thoughts of misspent gold
Filled his sorrowing head.

“I dread being alone”
He did remark.
“The choice is not so stark
For there is always the telephone
And all is for the best in the best of all possible worlds
With Pangloss and party girls …”.