John Riggs – Gods with Feet of Clay (5 Sets)

What roots grasp the earth, and what branches extend

From this barren ground? O mortal,

You cannot know, nor can you guess, for all you see is

A collection of shattered images, where sunlight shines,

And the lifeless tree offers no shade, the cricket no comfort,

And the parched stone yields no sound of water. Only

There is a shadow beneath this crimson rock,

(Step into the shadow of this crimson rock),

And I will reveal to you something unlike

Your morning shadow trailing behind you

Or your evening shadow rising to greet you;

I will unveil fear in a handful of dust.

– T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland