The final part of The Waste Land often comes full circle and reprises the themes from the first part of the poem. We have seen this with the cracked earth and the lack of water. And now with the return of the theme of the Great War.

The ‘maternal lamentation’ and the ‘hooded hordes’ evokes for me images of the battlefields from the dawn of humanity but culminating in the First World War.

Here they are, the hordes swarming over endless plains.

See the Mother, lamenting the loss of these souls?

See the multitudes crushed beneath their feet? See the ruined cities?

Truth be told, the photos of the crowd that I cut up were from a postcard of the royal wedding, Elizabeth II’s wedding!