The Cipher

Stiffened by the very day which scratched off
A two-hundred foot ditch
That holds back the Eiger’s five-
Thousand foot wall by which a rock god
Still’s gaining traction

with a clink & a clink & a clickety click

As he links up like The Legend of Zelda
Into the penultimate A5 pitch,
Running out the length of a blind man’s bar tab
With the hope of, at last, breaking past
The fringe that, beyond the grave

Of my mouth, I can taste with a lick & a lick
& a lickety lick
Off this rusty icepick.