In the Shadow of the Hollow Men

fifty miles of muddy water
fifty miles into the darkness
chasing ghosts and chasing devils
to the land beyond the sunlight
into lives of shattered silence
into days in dreary circles
from the chest constricting madness
from the land of milk and honey
from the greedy smiling faces
from the hands with silver daggers
to the temples filled with shadows
to the nameless headless horror
slipping through the murky water
sliding through the pools of sorrow
face to face with hollow minions
eye to eye with straw filled puppets
till I find myself among them
till I find my eyes are empty
fifty miles into the darkness
hidden from the waiting world