To Love the Hollow Men

How does one love the hollow men?
Those who, in time before death,
Walk with me, talk with me,
Yet ring hollow every breath.

For what do they live?
And to press on each day–
As if it mattered to them
Whether any found the way.

For where are they going–
These men without souls?
They fly in each direction,
Not knowing where to go.

From pleasure to pleasure
They flit away their lives,
Emptying out their hearts
For love and lust and lies.

Oh fool, don’t you realize
You’re a hollow man, too?
If you cannot learn to love them,
Why should any love you?