We are the Motor Men
~Sha’Tara~
“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”
(from “The Hollow Men by T S Elliot)
We are the motor men
We are the boom-box men
Driving to nowhere
Headpiece filled with dissonant racket. Alas!
Our raunchy voices
Are loud and meaningless
As crackles from a burning truck
Or the screech of worn tires
From our stinking streets.
We’ve found no reason to be
but to demonstrate man’s depravity
His deepest desires
To destroy nature’s peace
To curse the silence
Bringing it crashing to its knees.
We are the motor men
We are the boom-box men
Driving to nowhere
Though existing, never living:
We are the zombies of the age.
We are the ghost riders
Had we the capacity, we would be proud.
Barred from heaven, and
Hell will not recognize us.
-------------------------------------------
“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.”
(Conclusion of “The Hollow Men”)
hugs
Kathy
Love ya!
Jane
You are right on this in all counts.
Ron
Thanks :)
We sure are the motor-men !!