Meet The Cowboy Poem by Stan Petrovich

Handing me the pint of 4 Roses whiskey
He whispered (or rather) rattled,
'They say the hills have eyes.'
'Yeah, it's a movie, ' I noted.
'No, ' he replied, 'the hills ARE eyes.
'Look there: those two granite slabs are the iris.
'Two pine ledges perfect brows.
'And I can see a nose, even if you can't.
'In that old busted-down cattle tank, there.
'The mouth you gotta see from the damn-blasted highway.
'I've been to them caves.'
i gazed at the caves that were indeed impressive,
Hollow emptiness to swallow men and horse alike,
Hollow entrances into the real gut of the earth.
This I proposed to him.
'They ain't goin nowhere but down to a bunch of bones, ' he said.