On T.S. Eliot's "Hollow Men"

Space is extended over and around and through
Prickly pears and scarecrows,
And cornfields that grow above our heads
So that we can’t see the horizon.
Only look up and see the sky, always changing,
But always there—
As the shadow is always there.
The shadow: the reality of blind, hollow men.
The nursery rhyme sung by blind children
In a dark room, or a field where the sun
Shines and is not seen, only its heat is
Felt when the shadowy clouds disperse
For one brief but glittering moment.
The blind eyes see or sense the warmth of
The color of light, orange and yellow dancing
With joined hands, singing a nursery rhyme.
The wind shifts, and the sun is covered
By clouds once more.