APRIL is the cruellest month, sending
Clover into the dead land, ditching
The great for the dire, erring
Dead heads caused spring pain.
Keith Mason fucked it up, smothering
Good science with tons of shit, ending
Our little dream; we’re the losers.
After The Waste Land, Part I: The Burial of the Dead, by T.S. Eliot.
In the Dark 