in memoriam his heart was calloused to the bone ; his eyes were steely gray ; his legs were stumps of knotted pine with feet of molten clay ; his arms were hewn from granite blocks with hands of corded twine ; his thoughts were muddy riverbeds when he was so inclined ; his ears were molded tin and zinc ; his back was steel and ice ; and frozen blood ran through his veins in currents of device ; he lost his tongue in battle as cancer stole his face ; his body cried , no more !