Indignation

One
Red mist descends upon the eyes
Two
A screen so inexorably cacodaemoniacal inherently lies
Three
For its unyielding presence burgeons uncannily so
Four
Like the weird cosmos of Lovecraft- one we hallow
Five
Like the distant cackling car siren- one we scorn
Six
Yet feel an ominous resemblance to a cricket's forewarn
Seven
Catharsis by music could not cure that callous countenance
Eight
Nor could silence corrupt that most unscientific temperance
Nine
Then came a frantic attempt to count to
Ten
But to no avail, yet again