An Apology To T.S.Eliot Poem by Amoghavarsha Visan

Thou put forth a broken mirror
Yet want me to see a whole
Why? Bard,
Thou hold the oracle
And yet question in rhetoric?

Pray, lend me thine eyes,
Eyes that prophecy,
Teach me the art to blink at tomorrow
The art of tarot,

Truth strangled in the hangman's
Noose, hanging, swinging,
Like a pendulum in a child's hand.

Urge me into seeking
The vastness of life,
The emptiness of death,
And the truth in between.

Fire, water, air
Shall make my verse.
Adorned by the elements,
Thy truth shall surpass
Delphi!