Stuck rigid on his stick, he stands,
scraggly hat and a head full of straw -
blank button eyes stare straight ahead,
never blinking, seeing nothing
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How weak we are in the face of evil, which in turn is trying thoughtlessly to survive!
Great structural integrity. The tone of the language and rhythm drives fprward from beginning to end. A suitable requiem for all shallow ideas that deserve to die.