Waste Land

Inspired by T.S. Elliot's "The Waste Land"

Waste Land

Sten-Robert Pullerits

Et factum est in tricesimo anno in quarto mense in quinta mensis cum essem in medio captivorum iuxta fluvium Chobar aperti sunt caeli et vidi visiones Dei.

The Upcoming

As the gift of foresight fell upon thou

To see unity, like on seventeen seventy-six,

Only on a global scale, and how

we will watch, transfixed.

Something else was visioned, a wispy sight

of Utnapishtim, once again, if not

witnessing Agni's wrath in all its might

Ideal of Shangri-La forgot

The forthcoming hundreds time of oneness

of valiance and acumen and brace

equal to Thermopylaen success, will not

conserve us from a gross erase

Harmoniously we will have accepted

presence of peasant and the king

acquiesced how Kongzi expected

lead to a state of revere and xiaoping

“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart,

as working for the Lord, not for men,

since you know that you will receive

an inheritance from the Lord as a reward.

It is the Lord Christ you are serving.”

“Have we not?” the masses answer

nodding in shared approval

“What more need we do?” shout the former advancers

bellowing in disapproval

“Is it not enough?” the drowsy ones mutter

accotered on a naily cross

“What have we done wrong?” the gutless stutter

gazing at wide skies up across

“Don't you understand” a single soul roars

'Tis a joke, this sham of yours

"Like flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods,

they kill us for their sport".

The Ruins

Everything's gone, wiped, cleansed

scorched or covered the world became

a sight of shimmering and red

The road up and down is one and the same

on The Road the doomed subsisters

pondering on reason and exigency

decaying, blood and blisters

dazzled in silent abeyancy

How Henry died, they shall too

How masses were wiped, they shall be wiped

How all were overdue, they are too

In essence, in faith, in psyche.

In their last minutes, closing eyes

as Teellinck asked when passed

was all believed in one Big Lie?

Then finding peace in end at last.

'Twas not a lie, 'twas not deception

in other words, 'twas a necessity

mortals becoming gods in perception

while souls stepping down reaching cavity

Punished by Nemesis for their hubris

a land of waste is required

only when reaching and facing the crisis

a road to salvation is desired.

An empty land of debris and waste

is a chance anew to enhance

so the decayed can be replaced

with another advance.

The road up and down is one and the same