The Waste Land, (as a title) seems in explicit condemnation of human behavior, morality, and faculty. The narrative itself—in it's three disjunct poems—is an account, or portrait, of humanity's cycles. The first poem, "The Burial of the Dead," and final, "What the Thunder Said," comment on a human's predispositions. In the first, it's asked "What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow/ Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,/ You cannot say.."; can the human justify its innate "roots," and its blood of Adam and Eve? This question is evident in many following and preceding stanzas. In the final poem, man is placed upon a desolate image:"What is that...Murmur of maternal lamentation/ Who are those hooded hordes swarming/ Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth...Jerusalem Athens Alexandria/ Vienna London/ Unreal." The stanza is a brutalist depiction of man's vice, and in the final lines Eliot seems to extend this barbarity to the hubs of human 'intellect' and capacity. These themes, also found within The Golden Bough, are just one understanding of "The Waste Land"'s syncretic title.