"The Second Ring" Look at all the automatic people In their automatic pose. I'll never travel with the feeble In their brand-new, see-through clothes. Why don't we shatter the pane? (the hammer stands ready) They're always ready with their banter, To fill an empty glass...(and head.) The desert beckons "us"... Those with their sculptures made by their own hand. The packaged ones won't come... The one...the whole has cast the humans away, But in the end we watch the sunrise And they drown in their wheelchairs.