
We are the hollow menWe are the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw. Alas!Our dried voices, when We whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassor rats’ feet over broken glassIn our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossedWith direct eyes, to death’s other kingdom Remember us […]
The Democratic Party is using senility as a Trojan horse for Marxism, and not just Biden — Days of Sunshine
