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We Are The Hollow Men

Imagining the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. Mistah Kurtz— He dead.

The Hollow Men
Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965)

MISTAH KURTZ — HE DEAD.
A penny for the Old Guy

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw.  Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us–if at all–not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

Published in poetry politics zettel