The Hollow Men
Weare the hollow men
Weare the stuffed men
Leaningtogether
Headpiecefilled with straw. Alas!
Ourdried voices, when
Wewhisper together
Arequiet and meaningless
Aswind in dry grass
Orrats' feet over broken glass
Inour dry cellar
Shapewithout form, shade without colour,
Paralysedforce, gesture without motion;
Thosewho have crossed
Withdirect eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Rememberus -- if at all -- not as lost
Violentsouls, but only
Asthe hollow men
Thestuffed men.