From Montauk’s steep cliffs and white shores
comes a tale of quantum depravity
where Einstein in his time explored
the separation of atoms from gravity.
From Tesla's old Wardenclyffe Tower
to force-fields electromagnetic,
meant to cloak U.S. ships with the power
of energy - light and kinetic.
Take my hand then, together we'll walk
along Paumanok's white sandy beaches
to the edge of the world at Montauk
where the Arrow of Time cannot reach us.
This horizon could well be eventful,
and the temperature absolute zero,
for space-time's a bit temperamental
at the lonely locale of Camp Hero.
World War II, it's nineteen forty-three,
and the Nazis are researching stealth.
Then Camp Hero is built by the sea,
amid rumors of illicit wealth.
"Philadelphia", they name this project,
this science, unearthly and eldritch,
bending light around visible objects:
in this case, the USS Eldridge.
The goal: radar invisibility
and it actually works... but not quite.
For the Eldridge defies probability,
and disappears out of plain sight.
A tense forty minutes then pass
before a call from Virginia's port--
its navy agog and aghast--
gives its startled official report:
"The Eldridge is here at our base,
we're not sure we can reach her by rowing,
we don't know how she was misplaced,
and we don't understand why she's glowing."
For there the ship floats in the distance
cloaked in a shining fog-shroud,
then once more winks out of existence,
taking with her the glowing green cloud.
At her berth she again reappears
her structure all twisted and wrecked.
What the sailors find as they draw near,
not a logical mind could expect.
To the crushed, crippled boat they go sailing,
and they find at end of their trip
the crew raving, and dying, and wailing...
and some fused to the hull of the ship.
It doesn't end there, our dark story
of secretive government crime,
of a deep underground laboratory,
of wormholes through both space and time,
of human experimentation,
of mind-control, dark matter, horror,
of monsters of myth, of mutation -
and intrigue for intrepid explorers.
You can still see the Eldridge, they tell me,
she still sails the fourth dimension,
(she appeared in nineteen eighty-three,
by the lighthouse, in green-glow suspension.)
So goes the legend of Montauk,
you won't find it in any brochure.
But come now, take my hand and we'll walk
along Montauk's steep cliffs and white shores.
Created: Mar 26, 2011JulesKD Document Media