From T.S. Eliot, “The Wasteland.”

by Esteban

“…’On Margate Sands

I can connect

Nothing with nothing.

The broken fingernails of dirty hands,

My people humble people who expect

Nothing.’

la la

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning

O Lord Thou pluckest me out

O Lord Thou pluckest

burning

 

–T.S. Eliot, “The Wasteland.”