A little life with dried tubers.
Tubers are plant structures used to store nutrients for the winter and as a means of asexual reproduction. Here they’re a metaphor for modern people’s lust for life/sex, which according to Eliot has diminished and gone underground.
Also recalls To Our Ladies of Death, another poem by James Thomson:
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