To
Mrs GLADYS MAASDORP of Southern Rhodesia for whom I feel the greatest affection and admiration
‘In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one.
Only a cock stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain
Ganger was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
Then spoke the thunder’
From The Waste Land by T.S Eliot with grateful acknowledgments to the author and to Messrs Faber & Faber
`It is by the failures and misfits of a civilization that one can best judge its weaknesses.'
AUTHOR UNKNOWN