Tag: the wasteland

[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 byhoof, foot, beak, talon and claw.Only the poet, the one who lives apart,will mourn and…