2 Takes On The Senses Poem by Douglas Scotney

Who can't see, HEAR SMELL TOUCH TASTE.
Drop one out and the other FOUR...
or maybe ONE of the other four.

In the golden days before the T.A.B.,
at the racetrack,
where the absence of smell
such a loss would be,
that ONE, SIGHT may be,
though for the gambler,
HEARING probably.

If it hadn't already been taken,
'heart' could well be standing
beside the monosyllabic senses
instead of 'hearing';
still, if 'seeing' could become 'sight'
'hearing' could be 'hight'.