Throughout the countryside
we shiver and await the sunrise,
frozen, immobile, and paralyzed.
it is the winter of the mind;
It is the summer of our greatest hunger.
in the suburbs, the fields, and city streets
there’s a plague that infects our young.
how could the kids do anything but freeze.
Who will help move the youth
When we are froze ourselves with fear?
who can gaze into the well
of all that it means to be a human
and return with the answers for them now?
We’ve hidden the ancient well
where man first knelt to find his truth—
and not knowing the old tutelage
was more than the repeating of fact.
We dream that we could teach them
without showing them the well of self
or how to sit and pull up a chair
and look into the well’s abyss
for philosophers, poets and stoics a like
that paved the road to harden a mind.
2nd Wasteland 