Men of Straw/Hollow Men (from Poundbury to Maiden Castle)

T. S Eliot, 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...

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

   Not with a bang but a whimper.

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I passed these two guys on my way to Maiden Castle. 

On my way back, I felt sure that they moved their heads: