Cut it (Weeding in the Poetic Jungle)

– You Eliot? Me Pound!

          THE WASTE LAND 

       I.    The Burial of the Dead 

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing 
Memory and desire, stirring 
Dull roots with spring rain. 
Winter kept us warm, covering 
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding 
A little life with dried tubers.

So!

        WASTE

The Burial of
April breeding lilacs, 
Mixing memory and stirring
Dull winter covering 
A little life.