Idiot Flesh
The Straw
We are the hollow menWe're the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw. (Alas!)Our dried voices (when we whisper together)Are quiet (and meaningless) as wind in dry grassOr rats' feet over broken glass (in our dry cellar)Shape without form (shade without colour, paralysed force, gesture without motion)Let me wear disguisesRat's coat, crowskinBehaving as the wind behavesThis is the dead landThis is cactus landHere they receive the supplication of a dead man's handWaking aloneLips that would kissForm prayers to broken stoneThe eyes are not hereThere are no eyes hereLetras de cancionesIn this hollow valleyThis broken jawIn this last of meeting placesWe grope together and avoid speechHere we go round the prickly pear,Prickly pear, prickly pearHere we go round the prickly pear,At five o'clock in the morningBetween the idea and the realityBetween the motion and the act falls the ShadowFor Thine is the KingdomBetween the conception and the creationBetween the emotion and the response falls the ShadowLife is very longBetween the desire and the spasmBetween the potency and the existenceBetween the essence and the descent falls the ShadowFor Thine is the KingdomFor Thine is, life is, for Thine is the...This is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper, thank you very much, good night.
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