We are the hollow men We …

by AnotherClioBeliever

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
we whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As win in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

T. S. Eliot’s The Wastelands

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