A cool breeze, soothing his face,
bent down to upon green grass full of wet dew,
bent down, looked over.
Looked down into the deathly cliff,
Black, jagged rocks, passively waiting…
gets up, braces himself.
then screams, and feeds the rocks,
what a wife had married,
feeds the rocks,
what had fathered a loving son.
the black, jagged rocks, waiting,
water gushing, smack their lips,