Still looking for the Fisher King

[dreamshark]

But I think I found the pandemic-inspired part of this poem. 

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“My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.

“Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.

  “What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?

“I never know what you are thinking. Think.”

  I think we are in rats’ alley

Where the dead men lost their bones.

  “What is that noise?”

                          The wind under the door.

“What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?”

                           Nothing again nothing.

                                                        “Do

“You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember

“Nothing?”

       I remember

Those are pearls that were his eyes.

“Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?”   

          

                                                                           But

O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—

It’s so elegant

So intelligent

“What shall I do now? What shall I do?”

“I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street

“With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow?

“What shall we ever do?”

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I am also playing Bioshock, a classic shooter/sneaker computer game set in a post-apocalyptic underwater city. It resonates eerily with both The Waste Land and the current state of the world. 

  I think we are in rats’ alley

Where the dead men lost their bones.

...

Those are pearls that were his eyes.

“Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?”