Eliot Knew

From the desert
to Diblah
there is a wasteland
hiding in the dirt - Eliot
knew of it and he
dreamed water to
waken up the
fountains and the streams
to re-energise the
ash to make
all things new, the very
stones to sing.

Silver and gold will
avail them nothing
for the land is full of
bloodshed and the
city full of violence.
My hand is.

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