The Hollow Men

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 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.


~ T.S. Elliot


P.S. Thanks. It was superb while it lasted. Will miss you loads and loads.