DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE Poem: What Waits in Carcosa, by A. René Gutierrez

Nothing awaits in Carcosa.
Sport is a form in decay,
Art is a decadent waste, and
Learning is vanishing fast.

Carcosa is barren, and dusty.
Its monuments crumble and crack;
Its people are gluttons and curs;
Its gathering spaces are sparse;
Its children are thin and abhorred.

Carcosa is buried in plagues.
Ennui, deceit, disease,
Stupidity, and loneliness —
Death.

You ask what your future will be in Carcosa?
Hear me, there’s nothing that waits in Carcosa!

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