T.S. Eliot: a project in the making

So besides the idiot Barnes&Noble employee that helped me try and find a book a few months ago, I'm assuming you all have at least heard of T.S. Eliot. This past semester, I took an English elective called "Into the Modern," and for a semester we studied the movement in British literature from the late nineteenth century to the early twentieth century.
One of the texts we read was Eliot's "The Waste Land," and after completing the poem, we were given an assignment to choose three short sections from the poem and replace them with contemporary verses. Not everyone in the class was as enthusiastic as I was about the project.
Even though about a month has passed since the project was due, I have had the idea in the back of my mind to rewrite the entire poem. Here is a section I covered in the project, taken from section III, "The Fire Sermon":

“Skeleton streets and dusty leather chairs.
Abandoned by Staten Island, Queens and Brooklyn
Emptied me. By Queens I surrendered myself,
Selling my anonymous body to hungry passersby.

“My hands are at Ground Zero, and my head
In my hands. After that day
He was gone. He had promised a new start.
Without my heart, where do I go?

“On the Atlantic City boardwalk,
I am nothing
Among everything.
Foreign hands on my body plead physical pleasure.
My mother, my cousin, my daughter know
Nothing.
I am no one.”

I was required to write approximately one page analyses for each section, but I don't want to bore you with that. I'll post as I go. Wish me luck!