“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 „The Hollow Men“ 1925)

Times are dire she said

Times always now especially here are totally dire her opposite exclaimed

Times what are times in the eye of destruction the fraction opposed

Time runs out for us but it does not run out for it

self laughed an old man every one should have listened to

before the time of Period!

Indeed that fullstop sounded hysterically historical

and all press smiled in recognition

they had it in HD and everything

They repeated and repeated

they repeated fumed and giggled

from hesitant to hypocritical to pressed

unsure if they could ever share

a measurement as bending and expanding as time

will tell if they could ever ever share

anything again


Not now not right

now because right now every one has to admit

across the politrickal split

that not even one denomination

not one single designation

not even a name

shares the same ring

between bling-bling

and clang


truth and


Even a hug has a hard time and a foul breath

when the hearts turn fuming cores of deadly planets

entrenched against anything but the self-fulfilling wetness

of that sad old dream of total

domination and salvation upheaval sanctification

benediction conviction and heroic death

We are not supposed to be alarmed

This is how the new world ends

not with a good bang

but with a lying whimper