“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
damn
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
between
truth and
disinformation
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
