Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the
sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water- The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot
We have finally been given water by the great war hero, John McCain, foot soldier to the last great one and presenter of the next great one. That water is just within our reach. Yet we still thirst. We call out to be led and our leader knows it. While she is gone readying herself for a role that will require much preparedness, we thirst.
"As the Tea Party Express makes its way across the country, Sarah Palin has emerged as a favorite daughter of the movement, and organizers have invited her to join the tour — or at least come to the final stop in the nation's capital," CNN reports.
That sound you just heard were millions of people crying out "lead us Sarah, lead us."
Shantih, shantih, shantih
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