Hello fellow survivors,
We have an answer (with apologies for distorting poor old Tom's intentions):
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
It's still twinkling too much for my tastes, but we shall make do, shall we not?
Strange,
walter