The poem describes a group of "hollow men" who are empty and meaningless. They are paralyzed and without form or color. Those who have crossed to "death's other kingdom" may remember them as lost souls. The hollow men stand together in a dead, empty land filled with cacti under a fading star. They grope together in a hollow valley, avoiding speech. It is an empty, hopeless place between ideas and reality, between motions and acts. The world ends not with a bang, but a whimper.