Unreal City, A crowd flowed over London Bridge So many. I had not thought death had undone so many. There spied I one I knew And stopped him, crying Tony! You who were with me in the gunship at MyLai! That corpse you planted in your garden-- Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year? Oh keep the Truth far hence that's friend to men Or with his nails he'll dig it up again.
(apologies to) T. S. Eliot
