All the  Common Desolation  Among the Cruelest April Blooms-  A Wasteland Homage and Parody

[April is the cruelest month….
The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot]


It’s almost April and the trees 
will be shedding winter’s desolation 
in the canopies of the late afternoon sun.

The golden few, the sheer blue above 
know the ritual dead will be shredded by
hoof, foot, beak, talon and claw.

Only the poet, the one who lives apart,
will mourn and feel the breaking of his heart 
amidst all this common desolation of Spring.

“April is the cruelest month… “