On watching a video made by Isao Hashimoto

Cassandra knows she’s listened to no more

but still I hear her crying in the wind,

in fear of fierce white horses far offshore.

Her eyes are wild, her ragged hair unpinned.

She shouts a warning of calamity and war.

She sees the incarnation of her fears

far out to sea, where wave and cloud are twinned,

where keen eyes catch the flash of shields and spears.

She hears the grind of keels upon the sand;

the savage rush and tumult of the Greeks;

the missile rain of rock and firebrand;

the storming of the city; dying shrieks.

Cassandra’s warning is a waste of breath

but contemplate this catalogue of death

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