April Fool's Tunes by Tatiana Pahlen

April Fools' Tunes
To T.S. Eliot
"The Waste Land"
By Tatiana Pahlen

Why is April the cruelest month?
Ice-covered speech may reach
verbal discord;
Silence like a leech may itch,
swords swerve afterwards.
Lost your words? Pick some of mine,
still fresh — planted last summer,
it gets a new growth – an inch
don't be silly,
no need to be vintage like wine.
Why is April the cruelest month?
The winter cries off to die;
Ground hogs are earnestly lying,
shedding their shabby shadows off.
Shedding shadows?
Was ist das?
The lilac blossoms won't bloom,
but thrive hugely on the men's neckties.
Warum?
Have you tired your words again,
you mean, the loan I gave you?
I know, I know you gambled
those preserved, verbose sprouts away.

Why this April so cruel and fools?