Compared

My brother, Andrew, noted an unintentional allusion to T S Eliot

“Unreal City,

Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,

A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,

I had not thought death had undone so many.

Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,

And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.

Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,”

T S Eliot, The Wasteland

A quiet sadness, faceless and without form follows me about, dragging its feet… and I await that sadness’ departure. Soon that sadness will join the distant dim sorrow where my mother and father lay. My Grandmas and my Grandpas, and all those things that are no more.

L D Brand, Its Not a Key