Nny in "The Street" by @rachjohn (Rachel Johnston)
"They pass me by like shadows, crowds on crowds, Dim ghosts of men, that hover to and fro, Hugging their bodies round them like thin shrouds, Wherein their souls were buried long ago: They trampled on their youth, and faith, and love, They cast their hope of human-kind away, With Heaven's clear messages they madly strove, And conquered,--and their spirits turned to clay: Lo! how they wander round the world, their grave, Whose ever-gaping maw by such is fed, Gibbering at living men, and idly rave, 'We only truly live, but ye are dead.' Alas! poor fools, the anointed eye may trace A dead soul's epitaph in every face!" --James Russell Lowell Artwork © Copyright 2002 Rachel Johnston
OOooooOOOOHHH. I like the black evil faces coming out of the evil gooey blackness!!