There is a land where no man stands

A waste land.

Understand the carnations and tulips do not spread their wings.

And the crows and the ravens do not sing.

The dark sky above is looming.
Its mere mortal presence is listening
to everything.


Even the dead.


Faces are etched into stone
That
C
  R
      U              

M
         B
L            
E  
                       S
Away.

Sand of stone.

The wind bellows and blows

Sands into the waste lands.