/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.10461943]

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.

What did he mean by this? Of all the passages in the wasteland, this is the only one that I feel like I never understood at any level.