Louis Kasatkin of Destiny Poets has used it in a video version (with 'house of the Rising Sun' as background music). The book is available vis Blurb: store:wordsculptor
You can use this link to see the YouTube version On this hill
On this hill
In darkest
daylight
with all sin
revealed
the host is
lifted high.
There is no
melancholy melody to this sacrifice,
no quietude of
choir-filled gentility
to align thought
and soul.
This altar of
absorbing pain
staggers the
senses, grips the mind.
This is a
solitary place.
A hermitage
crowded with
broken hearts
and wounded
spirits
oblivious of
their fellows.
Let sense be
dulled;
for here the
sting of death
awaits those who
turn their face
for easier
vistas.
This unquiet
beauty of wracked passion
steals the
splendour of simpler creations
and scourges art
and word and song.
Tears are the sea
from which this
mast arises,
this lighthouse
which signifies
wrecking rocks
and vicious tides.
The storm which
ravages here
breaches time and
place,
pulsing of life
and void of death.
A lightning flash
shears the curtain,
the thunderous
roar
a fanfare to
sanctity.
On this hill
eternity is on trial;
a single soul its
witness,
the jury a world
of closed eyes.
A timbered
suffering sacrifice
sees my small
pain
and weeps
for me.
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