It was the Dru which I looked forward next to climb.
Time, time! How silently you pass!
It is you who stole my chance away,
But you will be the last to see my flesh decay!
Time! Time! To listen to my own heart beating
The rhythm of your passing makes me want to tear apart my chest
To stop the noise.
If only it would stop your living, I would not hesitate from giving
You a short, "Farewell" and throw myelf into the void.
You've been through this many times, watching others wait to die,
Listening to their heartbeats tick away their share of time.
Oh how I wish, Oh God, that I could tear apart the heart of time,
Cut short his endless span!
Hell!
The void will have my body soon enough
When that piercing wind shall blow my frozen carcass from the wall,
Down into that cloudy void. Down, down, but I'll not feel the fall.
Never! No! I did not fall when alive. Shall death force my fall?
Nay! Nil! Let the winds blow until this mountain falls within its shadow.
I'll not leave its wall!
My piton is as strong as all my will to live.
You'll watch my body for a long time aft, hang!
Hang until my strength of will to live, even in my soul, ceases,
Until my piton wastes away. Until that day, you'll not turn me to dust!
Until that day, you'll watch me sway with every breeze,
Swing with every gust, stare out at you with soul at ease.
My body 'til then shall stay.
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