APRIL

An Erasure Poem based on THE WASTE LAND by T S Eliot.

1. The Burial

april
is the cruellest month
breeding desire
stirring dull roots
with spring rain

he took me
and down we went
there you feel free
south

south
where the sun beats
no relief
dry stone
no sound of water

i will show you the garden
looking into the heart
of light
the silence sighs

that corpse you planted
in your garden
has begun to sprout

2 Game of Chess

stay with me
speak to me
what shall we do tomorrow
what shall we ever do?

you ought to be ashamed
you are a proper fool
hurry up !

3 The Fire Sermon

the wind crosses
the brown land unheard
at the violet hour

she is tired
expect nothing

4 Death by Water

the cry of the gulls
the deep sea swell
entering the whirlpool
gentile or jew
once handsome
and as tall as you

5 What the Thunder said 

after the frosty silence
after the agony
a spring sings
drip drop
drip drop

when i count
there are only you and i
together

when i look ahead
who is that
on the other side of you

in the faint moonlight
a flash of lightning brings rain

limp leaves
black clouds
shaking my heart
the seals
broken by the solicitor
in our empty rooms