We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
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
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
- From The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot.
Jim McMahon was trending on Twitter this morning because of this interview with SportsCenter that aired yesterday.
“He had a concussion, but it cleared up by halftime.” – a Bears team doctor in 1988.
“We knew about risks to every other part of the body. But we didn’t know about the brain trauma. They did. They lied.” – Jim McMahon
Headpieces of straw. Paralyzed force. Not lost, violent souls. The hollow men. The stuffed men.
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
This the way the NFL ends, with a bang. With a million concussions.
I hope these players get every dime.