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
the hollow men
1925
mistah kurtz - he dead
To a man who watched Apocalypse Now 5 times and read Heart Of Darkness 6 times this is music to my ears.
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