The Hill
Your sightless eyes
are what you,
a writer,
find easiest to despise
Blocking visions, seeers voice
Choking light, prophet’s choice
Your cemented lips
are what you,
a comedian,
find hardest to persist
Melting teeth, toothless sound
granite tongue, avalanche resound
Your crumbling heart
is what you,
a poet,
find hardest to depart
cracking ribs, Adam's and grieve's
stumbling mind, trust deceives
Your wondering mind
is what you
a masterpiece,
find easiest to confide
liquid hands, splitting stone
world adorn, glass bones