Poem

heavy is the hand that holds the crown
heavy is the hand that tips the bottle
heavy is the hand that holds the hand that holds
the blood that holds the water

heavy is the head that holds the music
heavy is the head that drinks the wine
heavy is the head that holds the music holds
the tears that hold the brine

weary is the back that holds the burden
of the weariness of back amidst the fields
and the back is back to back with all the
heaviness of air that never yields

and the hand is hand to heart with all the
heaviness of heart you cannot feel