.....

Whole cliffs of shit bronzed by time.
Lovers in thickets of history's poison,
swamped in money-time
and the clocks of fossilized religion.
Some must fight without hope,
some must find oblivion against it all.
A few go to loneliness at the heights,
and hand it down trembling.  To be
exhausted and deciphered, rediscovered
and resurfaced, to sculpt solitary tears,
to fight madness with madness,
heat with heat, hardheartedness
with nothing at all.