The Man

Old and dark grey as stone
I have lain.
In rain and whistling wind,
the place where I begin,
on this bare hill top all alone.

I greet grass,
and dregs of fauna as they pass
me standing in this sunless air,
on this cold outcrop kingdom bare
so far away and grey as stone
and so alone
alone
alone.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.