Landmark/Headmark

What is seen:
The hill an army helmet
Spiked against the moon-scrubbed sky
Eroded vanished sides
Camouflaged by darkness
Encroaching and receding
Rucked up into twilight
Craning like a head
Frozen in a trench
Soon to be a death mask
Soon to be sucked down
Swallowed into darkness
Shrunk into the hoar frost
Turned from rock to darkness
Ground up by the night

What is not seen:
She cowers on the scraped-down slope
A shiver on the escarpment
Shadowed by a stone cross turning back to worn-out embers
Piked to the ground with fear
Screaming at the void
A face gone floating
Etched-out by fog-stains
That ebb and smother
Eyes wide as sunflowers
Lashing at the wind
A head kept straight
As if impaled
Fingers holding up her chin
Her whole head
A scream on a stick
Her whole head
Sinking onto hands
Bleached-out as the dark hill rises far above the sun
Her body
Outlined by moon-stains
Shrinks into her frostbite coat
A shiver on the escarpment
Voiding out her scream
Waiting for the dawn police to find her

A mad woman they said
Dead on discovery
Her own fingers
Pushed through her eyes