Where Dead Men Lose Their Bones

TBA

Song
The hollowed men don’t need no bones, Held together by sticks and stones; Stuffed and coiled, we are the rat men, The stuffed men; Straw and grass And hearts of glass; No shape or form or color: I am the other— The Other One! Don’t call me the Rat Man, The Boneless Man; Wearing blood-fur skin in the foxhole Where we found them; (We covered them in red-winged coats,) (We colored them and gave the most!) The hollowed men don’t need no souls, Where dead men lose their bones; Stuffed and coiled, strangled in knot; Their kingdom is the dead lands, The putrid lands Held together by flesh and rot; You can find him in another, My brother— Another One!

Meaning
TBA