No title, not yet.

Reader reads T.S. Eliot’s
The Hollow Men
Reader throws down the printed poem and paces
Reader thinks but can’t make up their
mind Reader
reads the poem again and again
out loud silent can’t hear their
own voice but recognizes those Hollow Men
overflowing with their
own void Reader hates the
void burgeoning black
hole that grows faster
the more attention given
Reader calculates the possibility of walking
out the other side of death’s kingdom a Hollow
Man decides the impossibility decides
not to be
if they’ve got any say in it and
even with none they still
won’t be
‘insane’ becomes ‘fair’ if the alternative is a Hollow
stuffed Man stuck
between idea and reality
Reader rereads their copy of T.S. Eliot’s
The Hollow Men
and thinks
‘the universe went out with a whimper
my ass’
Reader nods laughs or shouts at the ceiling
the poem
themself.
Reader will not be
Doesn’t know what to be not yet.
Doesn’t grasp their own vastness so full brimming bound
to burst, not yet.
Reader doesn’t realize they can change the world,
not yet.