Chapter 1

           Wearethehollowmen 

           Wearethestuffedmen 

           Leaningtogether 

           Headpiecefilledwithstraw.Alas! 

           Ourdriedvoices,when 

           Wewhispertogether 

           Arequietandmeaningless 

           Aswindindrygrass 

           orrats'feetoverbrokenglass 

           Inourdrycellar 

           Shapewithoutform,shadewithoutcolour, 

           Paralysedforce,gesturewithoutmotion; 

           Thosewhohavecrossed 

           Withdirecteyes,todeath'sotherkingdom 

           Rememberus-ifatall-notaslost 

           Violentsouls,butonly 

           Asthehollowmen 

           Thestuffedmen.