Death by Water, Revisited
The haves with their gilded lives,
Who turn the wheel
And gaze to windward,
And the have-not,
A fortnight dead in the world’s eyes
Exist side by side
Seldom ever touching
Rarely really seeing
Never imagining that
Like Phlebas the Phoenician,
He was once as handsome
And tall as you.
Written for Stories without words, 16th December 09
(in homage to The Wasteland, by TS Eliot)