Not reacting or accepting-We are part of the action


Not reacting or accepting- We are part of the action.

–The Hollow Men

Mistah Kurtz — he dead

A penny for the Old Guy

I

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.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer —

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.-T.S Eliot

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I told my friend. If we don’t stop war. War will find her way to your doorstep. A mother laughed at me. Last year, her son deployed last year  to a active war zone. Her voice weak and sad. She told me. You are right Johnnie. War had came home to me.

 

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Not reacting or acting.

Old soldiers who saw the great cities destroyed. Old soldiers who saw the homeless and the desperate people of this world.  They do not love war.

War steal away the possibility of peace.  When concern, kindness and love is forgotten. When great nations send guns, soldiers and make the land drown in blood. These countries are not the peacekeepers. These men are Berserkers and profit-gainer from the action  of war.

 

I held my neighbor in a kind hug and I told her. I will pray for her son safe return. These damn war will never stop.  War is a cancer. It will spread till we have no kindness left. Poor mother with tears in her eyes asked me. How do we stop these war?

I looked to the sky and I told her. I don’t know.  No profit in peace and the leader we elect. Dripping of contractors money. They sing their blood song to us. Most people don’t care and like you dear mother. You cared too late. If we accept war and violence as norm. War had come to your doorstep. She walked away with her head looking at the cement and great sadness held.

 

How many children must die? How many great cities must be destroyed? The homeless and the hungry are many. Who cared for them? We need a billion people to stand as one. If we don’t.

 

War will find her way to your doorstep. If you did nothing for the sake of peace. You are part of the murdering.  Today is a good day to begin. Time for the people wanting peace over war.  It is time for people who want to send water, food and medicine over guns, violence and hate to gather as one.

War is costly. Find the investors in the action of war. They are the true murderers of life and the cities.

 

John Castellenas/Coyote

 

 

 

 

 

 

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