Erased Land ·

I am an old man

This is a blackout poem using TS Eliot's work as base text. The image is of alarge iron gate with a flame at its top. A figure kneels at the lower right of the gate.

By Campbell Linker

I am an old man

a boy, waiting

at the

gates

heaving

decayed

I

head

For wonders

unable to speak

darkness 

the juvescence

Came Christ

flowering