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T.S. Elliot Is Dead
originally written by Colonel Reginald H. Fessenden, DVM
Poem
FALSE teeth mustache and doorknobs cheering [1]
several crowds of people walking
through deep waters
all cry together
for each other and for the shepherds [2]
whose lambs have shriveled up and melted
and whose caps are all felted.
Is it time to go? I scream
Is it time to go? I beam
But Thomas Stearns Eliot does not answer [3]
they called him the hyacinth girl.
Down and down and down and down.
Is this a tunnel or a foot bridge? [4]
Great Zeus of the clouds please
let us all hear your mighty roar
like unto the lions of the 4th Great Age.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
- aus meinen Dingen zukünftige Nächte.
- Jetzt graut mir fast vor dieser nächsten Nacht,
- allein mit diesem Kranz, den ich gemacht, [5]
Uh man's gotta have shoes t' walk out on the street.
My eyes are burnt and bleeding and all that looks like a monkey on a silver bar.
Today we all walk in the waters of the Styx
the mud is a deep green, full of lettuce
fire flowing across the horizon. [6]
But Thomas Stearns Eliot does not answer.
But Thomas Stearns Eliot does not answer.
But Thomas Stearns Eliot does not answer.