TUMBLEWEEDS
Great Heads, rolling over the lands....
Giant Heads, tumbling, leaping, pursuing!
Tangled and shaggy, gnashing their cannibal jaws,
Bellowing with the winds, they come....
The lightning reveals them, eyeless, infuriated,
Leaping over the lands—Great Heads, pursuing!
Are they the Race of the Shamefully Dead?
Forever dishonored, forever enraged?
Great Heads, tumbling, leaping, gnashing....
The place of their rest no man hath discovered.