THE FIRE SERMON II pt VIII of The Waste Land cycle by Joel Sattler, TS Eliot
alternate title: REPRISE OF THE UNREAL CITY
unreal city
unreal city
under the fog of a winter dawn
unreal city
unreal city
first it was here but now it is gone
under the fog of a brown winter noon
Mr. Eugenides sat in his room
with a pocket of currants, unloved and unshaved
C.i.f. London, one foot in the grave
he handed me documents asked me to lunch
in a demotic French he could barely control
and took me up to the Cannon Hotel
and then to a weekend at the Metropole
unreal city
unreal city
under the fog of a winter dawn
unreal city
unreal city
first he was here but now he is gone
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